FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 49 - Plants

_ SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters_.

Tamira eyed the dragon guards warily as she stood well back from the door. She was a guard too, but to a dragons eyes, she was and always would be a slave. Unicorns, foxes, canines, felines... to a dragon they could only be one thing, a slave. She may have been given a promotion from her Master, but that only counted when dealing with other furries. She shifted on her hooves as she wondered for the thousandth time if she had done the right thing in accepting the promotion. All her life she had tried to help others, up to and including sacrificing her life to stop the dragons when they had raided the villages under her protection. That had not gone well. She tried to stop them, and when that failed, tried to at least take as many of them out with her. She had been beaten, but not killed. Taken. Sold. Enslaved. She shivered, and not just because she was naked. Before her capture if she had been asked what she would do if taken by dragon raiders the answer would have been simple. Never surrender. Maybe pretend to... but only for a chance to run one of the scaly bastards through with her horn. The reality however was far different. They never gave her the chance. One of the first things that had been done to her was a blunt metal cap had been attached to her horn. It was better than what happened to the OTHER unicorns. They had their horn tips sheared off and ground down to a rounded edge. She had not even known you COULD do that. Unicorn horns were supposed to be indestructible... but with many thing, that turned out to be not entirely accurate.

She sighed. The blunting or capping of her horn was only part of it. The dragons never let up. Kept her chained, beat her if she so much as looked at them out of turn. The worst was being chained up with other slaves. She could deal with pain. A warriors training was half about inflicting pain, and half about ignoring your own. That had not prepared her for dealing with someone else's pain. Disobedience didn't always just end with your own punishment. No. Dragons often punished others around you, and that she could not handle. She recalled how her first attempts at defiance met with smacks and punches and claws. She just glared back at that dragon, daring him to kill her. He didn't hit her harder, but simply called another dragon over to beat an innocent mare. For every blow she took, that poor mare took two. Swallowing at the memory she shook her head. It had not taken long before she gave in and obeyed. She could still hear the grunts and cries and whimpers of that mare. Knowing that any defiance would cause others to suffer, she soon found herself lost, unable to fight, not willing to surrender.

Then she met Him. Her Master. Master Rahmor, although she had yet to call him anything other than Sir or Master in the time since he bought her. All she wanted to do was survive... maybe find a way to strike a blow against her captor. She almost laughed. The only blows she had struck were against other furries. Faced with seeing her best friend taken from her and given to an even crueler Master, she agreed to become Rahmor's guard and champion. The fight had been surprisingly satisfying. Her opponent was a furry, a bull who took obvious pleasure in hurting others weaker than him. She suspected he had not been like that before his capture. Probably just a mild bully. Maybe a little mean. Certainly not a rapist or murderer. At least he probably had not acted on such impulses. Not until he had been put into a position where he not only could do so without punishment, but would be rewarded. She wondered how many furries, and even unicorns she knew that had such things lurking in their souls. Her instructor? Did he get pleasure in beating rookies in training fights? Would he have beaten some to death had he been allowed? Her fellow warriors? Would they have used their skills to raid and plunder and kill if they had been set free to do so?

She didn't think so. But then again, she never imagined she would have accepted the role of a dragons guard... enforcing his will and desires. She swore that she would do the LEAST amount of punishment required. Not like that bitch Nella who would take any chance to hurt and humiliate a fellow slave. Dana had told her again and again that becoming a guard could help the rest of the mares. She swore she would never forget who and what she was. She might be forced to punish another slave, but she would only do the minimum required, and would not take pleasure in it. Not gloat. Not tease. Never, ever hit in anger. She had almost been relived when she had been called from guard duty to be given this task. It had been stressful and awkward being with the other unicorns after taking her new collar. She felt like she betrayed them, and was sure some felt the same way.

A noise at the door brought her out of her thoughts, and her mind back to her job. She had been sent to escort a dragon to see her Master. She was in a small tunnel that widened out at one end to a strong, secure door. Two female dragons guarded it. This was one of the entrances to Masters lair. If she were not a guard, if she had not been ordered to come here, those dragons would have beaten her nearly to death just for being this close. She was well back from the door itself, and suspected it was not the only one. Dragons took their security very seriously. Slaves were given no chance to escape. Even other dragons were suspect, as they played some sort of game with kidnapping slaves and ransoming them back. She wasn't sure what the rules or laws were, but had seen such things happening in the few occasions she had been outside the lair.

Now the door opened, and two other dragons, male this time, gestured a third to enter. She was a pale, pale yellow... almost white but not quite. No wings, short horns. She was sleek and slim, almost too skinny for a dragon. Still, she WAS a dragon and even a small one was extremely dangerous. Unlike Rahmor, she did not wear any armor or tough leathers, but instead wore a tight dark red dress that showed every curve of her slim body. Most likely no underwear either. She knew THAT from encounters from another dragoness. She squirmed at the thought, as that encounter had not been ALL bad she had to admit. She bowed her head, not making even a tiny move forward, waiting for the dragon to come to her.

Keley regarded the unicorn waiting for her, letting her eyes take in the pure white fur and stunning golden hair. Very pretty, and big for a furry too. Too bad Rahmor was straight or it might have been a stallion waiting for her. That would have been more entertaining. She stepped right up to the unicorn and gave her a smack on the side of the face as a greeting, and a command, "Take me to your Master, slave."

Tamira saw the hand coming at her, and could have dodged, but simply took the blow. Oofh! It wasn't very hard, for a dragon! But to her it made her head spin and she felt her body turning from the force of it. She let herself spin around, shaking her head and saying, "Yes Mistress" before moving to the side and a bit behind her. One of Masters other guards had spent time earlier today teaching her how to 'lead' a dragon. You could NOT walk in front of them, not without giving insult. So your choices were to go on all fours with a leash as if you were some dog showing them the way, or to walk beside and behind them. She did that now, making sure to keep her head bowed and to begin curving in the direction of a turn well ahead of time so the dragoness knew ahead of time which way to go. She kept her hands behind her.

Keley walked casually into the lair, admiring the various artwork and stone carvings. The lair itself was famous and well known, having had many extraordinary occupants. Mostly war heroes since the insect wars began. It was a reward to those that served with exceptional skill and honor, dragons whose deeds made an strong impact on the war or dragon kind. Rahmor was one of those dragons who by good luck, or bad luck had found himself in the middle of a crisis, and led the way out of it. She was not surprised at all when he had once again turned up in the middle of the attempted insect invasion. Dragons like him burned bright, but invariably burned out. This lair has had many, many owners just like him. None lived here for long. She took in the sights, honored to visit such a well known lair. She glanced down at the unicorn, almost missing a turn. Not very well trained. Was that a subtle insult? No... this one had the moves of a fighter. Simply not trained yet. She offered a helpful hint and smacked the unicorn in the ass with her tail.

Tamira let out a whinny at the sudden smack to her ass. She knew she had messed up on that last turn. It was HARD to lead from behind and she was trying not to be TOO obvious about her directions, not wanting to offend her Masters guest. She kept reminding herself that doing a good job meant Rahmor would be happy. And a happy dragon was less likely to take out his frustrations on his slaves. It made her blood boil if she though too much about what she was doing. Serving a dragon. Willingly! It was much better to focus on the results... less pain for her fellow mares. She jerked her head and leaned to one direction, but the dragoness was not looking at her and soon they were at the next turn. Should she cough? Slow down?

With a loud sign the dragoness turned her head to regard the unicorn. "Get on your hands and knees and lead the way, slave."

Blushing in embarrassment, Tamira nodded and got down to all fours and waited for the dragoness to clip on the leash. Instead, she felt her tail grabbed in the strong hand of the dragoness and pulled up, exposing her ass and sex. She wondered for a moment if she was going to get raped, but the dragoness just tugged on her tail and told her to move. Humiliated, she crawled forward as quickly as she could, leading the dragoness with her tail. Now and then the dragoness would stop, causing Tamira to get a painfully yank as her tail pulled her to a stop, then wait as the dragoness examined some aspect of Master lair, and yet ANOTHER yank to get her to move again. By the time she rounded the last corner her tail ached and she was ready to lash out with a hoof and kick that bitch in the cunt. With a relief she saw the heavy doors and the dragoness guards.

Keley nodded with approval at the heavy doors and the two dragoness guards. She was about to demand entry when she saw they were not dishonored dragons serving a slaves, but warriors serving under Rahmor's command. She approved of the choice. This was no place to have a mere furry or even a non-military servant standing guard. Still, she was just a low ranking warrior, so she waited little time on niceties and simply indicated she was top enter. She looked down, deciding to make sure her unicorn guide didn't wander off.

Tamira felt relief as the dragoness began to walk to the doors, then winced and cringed as she saw a large dragon foot lift up and come down on her head. Expecting a kick, she was unprepared when the foot simply pressed down on her head and shoved it to the ground, her horn laying flat against the stone.

"Stay" said Keley in a firm voice one would use with a dog or at best, a small child.

Despite her anger and humiliation at such treatment, Tamira managed not to make a sound other than soft snorts from her alarmed breathing. She held the uncomfortable pose as the dragoness was led past the doors and they were shut once more. Tamira knew the pair of dragons guarding the doors were warriors and she decided it was probably best that she was on the floor and as non-threatening as possible. She kept still as to not give the dragons guarding it an excuse to do, well, anything to her. With dragons you never knew if they were going to be focused and obsessed with their job and willing to maim and kill over it. OR worse... not QUITE that focused and who are just looking for an excuse to get their hands on some helpless furry. There was another reason she was happy to be well back from the doors. She did NOT want to go in there. Seeing what was inside once was enough for her, let alone possibly experiencing it. She didn't think her Master would do that, but with dragons... you never really knew what to expect. Her shivers were stronger this time and once again, has nothing to do with her naked body, exposed to the watching dragons, and to what lay beyond the doors.

...

Rahmor greeted Keley as she entered the well guarded room. Three large plants took up most of the space. They looked like huge and fat onions sitting on a bed of thick leaves and vines. Each one was a good 8 feet high and wider at their bulging base. And each one contained a furry slave, trapped inside, unable to escape and forced to serve the needs of the plant they had been given to.

Keley eyed the blue dragon for a moment, appreciating his muscled form. He wore little but the leather kilt and a pair of X shaped straps across his chest to hold a knife and other interesting toys. She was surprised to see wings, as most military types didn't have them. Too easily damaged. It took a lot of courage and kill to keep them. Some dragons had them removed, others simply were born without them. Any other time she would have admired him for longer, and maybe even flirted, but she had eyes for only one thing. The pods. They were her life's work. Studying them, experimenting with them. Caring for them and in this case, inspecting them. They were rare and irreplaceable. Part of what made this lair so valued is it contained three of them. They were all owned by the empire, not the dragons who's lairs they grew. If Rahmor damaged one, he would be severely punished, rank and status be dammed.

Rahmor took in the pale yellow dragoness with a glance. Too small and skinny for his tastes. Besides... he had a day full of unicorn fucking and torture to look forward to. Best to get this over with quickly. He took great care of his pods, he knew their value, and knew the penalties for failure as well. "This is the plant you came to see. It contains the unicorn I placed inside shortly after her arrival."

Keley nodded eagerly and moved to the plant in question. She had not been granted one of the rare unicorns to experiment on, but had hopes that with the results she found here, she would get one. It spoke much of Rahmor's wealth that he had chosen to put such a rare and valuable slave into a pod where he could not use her. He had plenty of others, so she supposed he could live with the sacrifice. She took a good look at the pod and was impressed. Checking her notes she confirmed that it was much healthier looking than the last inspection by her predecessor. The purple coloring was as bright as she had ever seen, the prey-grasping tentacles thick and shiny, leaves firm and spread wide. Hardly any sap oozing from the seams of the pod. Most pods leaked, the inside full of sap that their victims floated in. The less leakage the healthier the plant. She walked around it, admiring it's shine and the healthy scent of it. She remembered first seeing one. It had thrilled her, knowing what it was, what it did. The plants lived underground, their roots working into bare rock, never going far. They required a living creature inside them to grow. A symbiotic relationship. The plant provided oxygen and sap to the animal trapped inside, taking carbon dioxide and waste products in return. Together they became an almost self sufficient organism, a mixture of plant and animal able to make use of whatever scarce nutrients were available.

Not much was known about the pods. They were created, or modified back in the golden age with powerful magics. Used as laboratories and chemical factories. They could make toxins, antidotes, hormones and all kinds of drugs and curatives. Each plant had a flower at the top on a thick stalk, and by grafting various types of stamens onto it, one could tell the plant what to make. There were nearly a hundred varieties of stamens they had identified, and finding out what combination did what was a major task of her clan. Some would take samples of tissues and produce poisons or antidotes. Others, hormones and drugs that could heal, cripple or modify a dragon of furry. It was all trial and error, and working with them meant endless days testing and taking meticulous notes. She glanced around and nodded in approval. Low lighting. Pods were the only plants that thrived with low light. In fact, direct sunlight would kill them. They could grow in complete darkness, but did best with a small amount of light. Scraps of texts that survived the downfall of the golden age survived, but were of little help. They told of the plants being able to use 'ghost light' from the sun that apparently was all around them, able to pass through rock with ease, but could not be seen. She knew that dragons saw light that most furries did not. Dragon rainbows had more colors, but this ghost light was something else entirely that no living dragon or furry understood. Whatever it was, the pods could make use of it, their leaves soaking it up even deep underground.

"I would like to examine its prey" she said. She was curious how well the blue dragon could manipulate his plants.

Rahmor nodded, "Of course... I had been curious myself, but of course opening them up on a whim is not good for them so I have left her in peace."

Keley chuckled, "In peace... of course. Please, if you may..."

Rahmor dipped his head in a bow, knowing he was being tested and moved to the plant. Extending a claw he made four shallow slices along the seams of the pod, from the top and down several feet. His claw didn't cut into the plant, but cut through the glue-like dried sap that helped hold it together. The cuts and stroking were a signal for the plant to open, and it did.

Evana stirred as she floated in her prison. She had been in a rest period, just floating dreamily as things grew in her belly. Soon they would be extracted, and new seeds would be implanted. She squirmed and writhed... it felt so GOOD when that happened. Not the extracting... that was uncomfortable, but the implanting was always good. She wasn't quite sure how to count any more... but the number of times she climaxed was MANY and they were LONG and POWERFUL. It had been a long, long time since the cycle of implanting and harvesting had been broken, but something new was happening. Her eyes slowly opened, long having been used to being submerged in the sap-like fluid. The lighting was very, very dim... but she had grown used to that long ago as well. She could see her large belly, and vague shadows moving about the... the what? She thought hard... she had not been doing much of that lately and her mind was sluggish. The plant... there was someone outside. Who? Oh... Master... Master was back... was he going to take her out? She had to think hard again to decide if she wanted out or not. It seemed like that's all she had wanted at first... fear... terror... pain... but now... it was so comfortable in here... and when in harvested... oh it was GOOD. So GOOD!

Keley watched as the top of the plant slowly opened, the leaves peeling back and an opening growing wider and wider. Fluid dripped and ran down the sides as it stretched and opened, revealing a floating form inside, white and gold... a unicorn. The equine body was in a fetal position, looking up at them. Her muzzle was covered by a feeding and breathing tube, a pair of large suckers attached to her nipples, and the impregnation tentacle sunk deep into her pussy. A root had grown up into her ass, that reclaimed her wastes, perfect fertiliser for the plant. She mrrrmed, "She looks healthy and content... I was curious if their healing abilities would have fought the plant, but it seems to be healthy." Indeed, there was no signs of rot or injury to the plant where it came into contact with the unicorn.

Rahmor said, "I would have removed her if I had seen any signs of damage, but it seems to thrive on her. I am recommending the use of more unicorns in other pods, but since they are so rare, I am meeting resistance. I hope your report can bring more to my side."

Keley nodded and said, "From the results this one has produced and it's health, I think you are quite correct. It will reduce the number of unicorns available to sell as slaves, but... that would make yours all the more valuable, wouldn't it?"

Rahmor laughed, "Indeed it would... but in this case it is more than greed that drives me. We are producing enough of the new anti-insect toxins to supply the front lines, but it would be nice to have it available for everyone. It's not clear how long the protection lasts. We simply have not had enough time to know that yet."

Evana stared up through the surface of the sap. She could see two forms... a light and dark... white and... blue? Master? She tried to speak but the feeding tube filled her muzzle. Seeing him brought back more memories... of being put in here. She had thrown her ball gag away. She had been bad, and punished. She tried to whimper... feeling like she had been dreaming for years. Master... please! I'll be good. I promise!

Rahmor leaned in close, peering through the slightly greenish tint of the sap to see the unicorn mare looking back at him. He murrred in pleasure at her pleading expression, looking over the rest of her, enjoying the sight of her being made use of. It pleased him greatly to know she was serving a vital purpose... producing a toxin that could kill insect parasites, and without the side effects it normally had. She said, "No... I'm not letting you out. You are needed here. You saved countless lives, my slave... and will continue to save more. You should be honored to serve such a great purpose... helping the empire, the ware, protecting your own kind from death and destruction."

Evana couldn't make out exactly what was being said, but understood enough... she wasn't going to be let out. She wanted to beg, to plead. She would wear the gag this time! She would kneel and obey and be a good girl... a good slave! She didn't have any experience herself, but was sure that being fucked by a dragon was better than being raped over and over by a plant and forced to bear whatever it was implanting into her womb. She tried not to think of the pleasures it also forced on her... seducing her into mindless pleasure and bliss. Her mind was clear enough now to fight it and she wanted out! She whined, and then saw the leaves closing up again. Nooo...! She tried to yell, but her mouth and throat were filled. She tried to struggle, but tendrils coiled tighter at her movements. Then she arched her back as the tentacle in her sex began to writhe and stroke, the pod attached to her pussy wriggling against her lips and clit. Oh! OHHH! Her thoughts dissolved into the familiar ecstasy of being stimulated... her nipples caressed and stroked... a wonderful taste oozing into her mouth as the plant soothed and calmed it's guest. Evana soon drifted back into a haze of pleasure... forgetting the interruption and sinking back into a dreamy state, hips pumping as she was stimulated and fucked... her thoughts vanishing completely as a powerful orgasm slammed into her like a giant wave. The flood of orgasmic pleasure washed away her fear and sorrows and even her very thoughts, lasting for several minutes as she twitched and trembled in joy. The second was even BETTER. As were the rest.

Keley shivered at the sight. She envied the unicorn in many ways. She loved the pods... in many many ways. To be part of one like the unicorn was... merged... one with it, forever. It was a tempting idea. She could SEE the unicorn orgasming as the pod began to close back up, and from the motions she knew the unicorn was thrashing in mindless pleasure, and would be for some time. Furries, and dragons that had been left for extended periods often wanted back inside. This one was well on her way to becoming addicted to the sensations. Left inside long enough, she wouldn't WANT to come back out. She said, "Very very good... now... let's take a look at the others for comparison."

Rahmor nodded, "Very well, and led the way."

...

Keley was lost in thought on her ride home. She had caught one of the downward spiral coaches. The car rolled smoothly on the metal rails as it made its way around the long arc of one of the many grand thoroughfares inside the walls of the capital. The city was built in the remains of a large crater. Buildings, fields, ponds and attractions filled the center, but dragons made their homes in the walls and cliffs of the mountain the crater had been blasted from. Large tunnels have been carved into the inside of the rock that spiraled around, providing an easy way to make ones way easily from one section to another. From there, once could take stairs or in some places, elevators to the appropriate level. If you had the gold, a drake could fly you direct, but it was expensive and reserved for those that had the status, or need to get from place to place in a hurry. At one time the carriages could move freely in any direction, up slope or down, but that was before the fall. Now days they just coasted downward and were hauled back up in large shafts to the top to be sent down again. Not as nice as it must have been, but good enough to make travel easy and convenient.

Soon she was at her stop, conveniently placed a short walk from the rails. She was glad, as her trip had gotten her extremely excited. Both at the research possibilities and of course... the sexual ones too. She was the head researcher of a small group of pods. It was something she had spent most of her life working toward. She was happy with her current position. She got to run her own research and had two pods to work with. Lower and she would not have the freedom to follow her own ideas, and any higher and she would be dealing with paperwork and not hands on. And she LOVED her hands on work. She let out a hiss of pleasure. Her work could wait a bit... she needed to visit the lab. Now! She hurried to the familiar entrance.

"Mistress Keley, I hope you had a good trip?" said a dark red dragon as he watched his superior enter.

Keley said, "Yes, yes, Jov... very informative. I'll be writing up my studies tonight. Your services will not be needed, you are dismissed. That goes for the rest of you too." Before even waiting for a response she walked past the other dragons that served under her.

Jov nodded and said, "As you wish, Ma'am!" to the quickly departing dragoness. He was glad to have a day off. He was not here by choice, having been assigned here against his better wishes. It wasn't the work that bothered him, he was an expert on dealing with research papers, digging up information and keeping a groups of sometimes forgetful scientists on track and this was just the kind of thing he enjoyed. No... it was the pods. They creeped him out and he didn't like having to work with them, or even near them. Having someone like Keley ranked over him was frustrating too. Things could run MUCH better with someone more detail minded in charge, but she was the expert here, and had been put in charge so he had no choice but to follow her. Even if she did get a little too familiar with the plants. He shuddered, knowing what she did with them when she sent the rest of the staff away. A touch to his foot reminded him of the new temporary clerk he had been breaking in. Things always ran smoother when everyone knew their place, and a day of domination would be just the thing to show the new guy where he stood. "We will finish your initiation and training in private, boy..." he said to the white and blue dragon crouched under his desk.

Kiru paused in his licking of the red dragon's foot long enough to say, "Yes Master." He went back to licking, murring softly and knowing exactly what that meant. From the momemnt he met Jov he knew he ran a tight ship. Jov had immediatly put him under the desk to lick and massage as the dominant red dragon instructed him on his duties and what was expected of him. He had expected to be put to work after his lessons, but from the tone of Jov's voice he suspected the rest of the day would be MUCH more fun.

Jov smirked and grabbed Kiru by his muzzle, "Come..." he said. He was already planning all the things he was going to do tho this dragon. He would never do such things when he should be working, but since he was dismissed there was no reason not to take advantage of the situation... and his new worker.

Keley dismissed her head assistant and the rest from her mind as she made her way to the secure back chambers which housed the two plants. There were in separate caves and she took the left most one. She wished they could be in the same room, but once rooted they could NOT be moved. Any such attempts had resulted in the death of the plant. When the rare seedling was produced, the new site was VERY carefully chosen. She entered the chamber and eyed the pod in the dim light. It was the exact opposite of the plant she had inspected. Sickly, leaves drooping, hardly any movements in the vines. It had caught some sickness years ago and never recovered. The feeding pod had rotted away completely, as had the insemination tube. Half the trapping vines had fallen off and the rest were too weak to grasp prey securely, and didn't produce the sticky sap to ensnare scales or fur.

But it DID retain the stub of the insemination tube, and more importantly the sexual pod was intact. Keley closed the door behind her and shed her dress in one smooth motion, "Time for some lovin, baby..." she murrred as she walked over to the injured plant. It was not useful for anything anymore, so she had no guilt about using it for selfish purposes. Besides, it needed occasional contact with an animal for its health, so she was doing it a favor in return! She carefully made her way to it, not stepping on any of the vines and easing into the center to lay down onto her back. She mmmed at how comfortable it was. Normally the large sections of the pod would begin to rise up around her to form a bulb, but they had not so much as twitched in years. She loved the smell of it around her, and was surprised when it's sexual vine stirred. "Oh... eager as I am today, boy?"

The plant WAS eager... or as eager as a plant can be. It had no mind to speak of, not even any emotions really. It did have vague things one COULD call feelings. Or perhaps desires or needs. It was not entirely a plant, not any more. Not after what had been done to it so long ago. Magical, genetic and other methods used to create it left it a bit more than just a plant, but not by much. It stirred... and began to do all it was capable of... fulfill its purpose.

Keley shivered as the pod moved up along her tail and nuzzled up between her legs. "Oooh... thats the spot..." she said. The plant rippled and pressed, small nubs like a hundred little fingers all wriggling... seeking out moisture and rubbing even harder there. Keley groaned as her clit was rubbed, then felt it pushing at her sex. "Uhhhh... deeper... oh... yes..."

The plant pushed deeper, almost as if it understood... needing to subdue its prey, make it content to be part of it.

Keley moaned... it felt so good... feeling the tube stretching to try and reach deeper into her. She opened her eyes as her nose was bumped and looked into the feeding pod. "Your active today, aren't you?" she asked it. She opened her muzzle and gave the poor thing a lick, closing her eyes to savor the taste. Sometimes if she suckled on it enough it would dribble out a bit of the sappy nutrients. Her tongue licked along the surface, and then in as it opened up and clamped down onto her muzzle!

The dragons eyes opened wide at the surprise. She stared at the pod that had now closed around her nose and mouth, then opening her eyes even wider as something thick slid into her mouth. Mrrrrpmh! She realized that the pod was much larger and fuller than it had been. Looking at Rahmor's extra healthy plant had made her forget just how damaged this one should have been. Had it healed itself? How? Could other damaged plants be healed too? She reached up to examine it, her horny feelings vanishing in her excitement... only to return as the insemination tube pushed DEEP into her sex. Ooohhhhnnnnngh! Whaaaaammmmprrrmph! She struggled to get her hands free, but they were trapped by more vines coiling around them. She squirmed, the sticky sap adhering them to her arms, and now legs. She coughed as a breathing tubes snaked into her nose and into her windpipe, slickly coated to go in easy. Her coughs soon stopped as the coating dulled the nerves and forced her airways to relax.

Relaxing was the last thing on her mind however. The plant was trying to take over her breathing, but that part of it had been damaged too. She was going to suffocate! She took in air to try and scream for help, but instead she twisted and shuddered as the pleasant flowery smell filled her nose, and lungs... the plant beginning to pump air in and out of her body. The smell was sweet and fragrant, designed to put her at ease. She had been around it enough to be able to fight it off. Ok... it wasn't going to kill her... but she still had to get out. Out? She looked in surprise to see that indeed, the large four petals of the main bulb were rising up around her... slowly but steadily. She moaned, her muzzle filled with the sweet sap from the feeding tube. When she didn't swallow immediately she felt it slip inward and gently ease into her throat. Gluk! She struggled in her bonds, feeling the tube work downward, then pump sap into her belly. She arched her back as the tube in her sex moved deeper and deeper... it was much longer than it should be too! Panic and excitement fought with each other, until she heard a voice.

"I told you there were some interesting developments with this one, but no... you had to dismiss my observations just like the rest of my work!" said a black and white striped male standing next to the awakening pod.

Keley looked up to see the her subordinate researcher standing over her. He was supposed to be subordinate, but she knew he wanted her position and had been trying for it ever since he had been assigned to her. She mrrrrrmphed, not even sure what she was trying to say, but unable to speak. Get me OUT she glared with her eyes.

Baneel eyed the plant curiously. "My, it's even further along than I thought. I detected signs of new growth but it seems to have put on quite a burst since I last checked it. I suppose I should get you out of there so we can study it."

Keley nodded, making the feeding pod on her muzzle bob with her motions. "Mrrrrraammphhh!"

Baneel said, "Of course, that might injure it... it has to be pretty delicate and removing you could be traumatic. I think perhaps you need to be left in there while it runs its course. I'll need to take over the department while you are indisposed for a few days of course, since I am the second highest ranked researcher... for now."

Keley thrashed in anger. That bastard!

Baneel said, "If you had read my messages you would have known I had some research planned tonight. I took the liberty of sending the others I came with home once I saw your... situation. In fact, I made sure nobody will be here for the next few days. I want to watch what happens in private with no interruptions." He smiled toothily down at the helpless dragoness.

Keley struggled, but the vines were all over her now. Her body shivered and arched, the stimulation of her sex more intense and longer lasting than ever before. She had never felt a healthy plant before and wondered if they all felt this good. But she had to get out... and quickly! Who knows what a half-healed plant might do to her, and more importantly, she was NOT going to lose her job to that jerk!

The pleasure was almost overwhelming, seeing the obstacle in the way of his rise finally being removed. He could hardly believe his luck. Baneel knew he should get help, but there WAS a chance of damage... and he couldn't pass up the chance to finally move into a position of power. Once their superiors saw that she had gotten herself trapped there was no way they could refuse his demand to take her place. They wouldn't care she was a pervert, hell, who wasn't? But being careless, that was inexcusable! A proper dragon must pay attention at all times! He leaned in closer, reaching out to stroke a bare breast of his former superior. "Since this plant has no anal root, perhaps I'll just have to fuck your ass instead!"

If she could have ripped herself out of the plant, she MIGHT have done it when she heard Baneel's plans. She pulled hard as her breast was touched. Dammit! I'll rip his balls off! She jerked as her nipple was pinched hard... fuck! She squirmed as he groped her small but shapely breasts, and yelled into the pod as he slapped and pinched her. She tried to hiss and growl at him, but when she looked up into his eyes she let out a whimper instead. Her helpless position and his rough hands made her resolve crack, feeling his dominance bearing down on her like a heavy weight. She twitched, fighting the new and unwelcome feelings of submission stirring inside her.

"Oh... I've wanted to put you in your place for a LONG time, bitch... you have no idea how bad I want to shove my cooaaaawwwwmmmmrrrrmhp!" he said, stopping when a second feeding pod rose up smoothly to glomp down over his muzzle. Baneel tried to pull back, but formerly sluggish vines whipped out to coil around his legs and arms, pulling him off balance and on top of the yellow dragoness.

Keley orrrfhed as the male landed on top of her, a knee landing painfully on her stomach. She stared face to face with him, as surprised as he was to see his face covered. Two feeding bulbs? They only had one! What the hell? The surprise was enough to make her forget the pussy-massage she was getting, at least for a moment.

Baneel squirmed and coughed and gagged as tubes slid into his nose and down his throat... he arrrged and tried to bite, but the inside of the pod has outward facing teeth-like thorns that pressed up behind his own teeth, preventing him from biting down. Arghh! He moaned helplessly as his jaws were held open, the plant free to explore his mouth and plunge down his throat. He tried to fight it with his tongue but it just slid off the slick plant skin. Jaws that could bite through bone were useless to stop the rape of his muzzle, the pod clamped about it... making him unable to spit or drool, keeping all the plant sap and slime inside. Forcing him to taste, and swallow. He struggled but his arms and legs were tightly bound, as was his tail. He gaaaaahed at the feel of the slick plant tendrils as they invaded him. He had been fascinated by the plants, but never wanted to be a victim! He had NO desire to know how this felt, but was being forced to learn, inch by inch as he was taken. Glurk! He was too surprised to wonder how it had grown a second feeding pod, one it should not have. But what it DID have two of was the sexual pods. One for females, one for male... and the male one had discovered his sex! He jerked and thrashed, feeling a tube pressing against his sheath, then SUCKING his cock out of it and into it's grip. It hurt... but only for a moment... then it felt goooood as his cock was quickly massaged, stroked and teased into rock hardness. He moaned and looked into the eyes of his former superior, then saw her staring up and looked as well. The leaves were closing up around them... closing in. Nooooo!!!!

Keley saw the world vanishing behind the leaves, and lost her struggle against the writhing plant between her legs. She came, hard. She screamed in pleasure as her body jerked and splashed in the puddle of sap that was beginning to ooze around her. Her love of the plant, it's aphrodisiac scent and the intense stimulation made her cum harder than she ever had before. It was some time before she finished, slumping in exhaustion, feeling more helpless and tired than she ever had before. And happy.

Baneel was quick to be brought to orgasm, the plant hungrily sucking up his cum. Unlike females, he couldn't cum TOO many times before his balls, and his stamina were exhausted. For now. He lay there next to the dragoness, kept hard and stiff, hardly able to move. "This is all YOUR fault" he thought! One hand was still bent with his hand up and with effort he moved it back to her breast, giving her a savage nipple-twist. Bitch! He was reminded of the position of her hands when she managed to get a hold of one of his testicles and squeezed in retaliation. Rrrroorrrrghmmmmp! He quickly let go, eyes squeezed shut in pain, vowing not to do THAT again. Ugh! They had to work together to get out of this. Make some noise so someone will hear them. Oh no. He dismissed the staff. For days! Nobody would be checking in on him!

Keley relaxed, her nipple throbbing in pain and agony, but it quickly faded with yet another orgasm as the plant teased her again. She could feel the tube in her sex throbbing, pushing up her sex... slowly and carefully stretching her cervix open and sliding gently into her womb. It felt so weird... and as good and exotic as she had imagined. Nothing like a rough dragon cock, but smooth and slow. She closed her eyes and just let the sensations take her away, as the plant took her. She knew she would be here for days, at least... and right now she didn't mind that at all. She would not have chosen to do this... but now that she was here and had no choice, she was going to damn well enjoy every sensation. Her tail flexed as yet another new sensation presented itself. Oooh!!!

Baneel cried out at the same sensation as something moved under his tail, and felt the small root of the plant pushing into his ass. Shit! The damn thing grew that back too! He unnnged as it slowly invaded his ass, pushing ever deeper, creeping inward and around the bend. He knew it would eventually swell and grow to fill his entire colon and had NO desire to experience that. He shuddered as it moved and writhed inside him... his every orifice stuffed. He struggled, but less and less as his cock was teased and toyed with, lungs filled with the flowery aphrodisiac, belly full of sap. He whimpered.

The last new sensation Keley felt were suckers attaching to her nipples, the vines coiling about her breasts to squeeze and suck at the milk that would soon be flowing. She moaned in pleasure... yes... milk me... like you're milking my cunt. Ooooohhhh... my love.

The two dragons writhed and shuddered in pleasure, thoughts of dominance and submission washed from their minds. Laying in the darkness, stimulated and teased, they reached out for each other. Baneel caressed Keley's breasts, groping and squeezing as he thrusted his hips against the pod on his cock. Keley grabbed the males ass with one hand, his balls with the other to caress and feel as she was relentlessly fucked by the invading stamen. Together they lost themselves in the pleasure of the pods seduction, feeling the familiar touch of another dragon pressed against them, helped along by the sap and stroking, stimulating and caressing vines on and in them.

...

Supervisor Dahash looked with disgust at the pair of dragons curled around each other in the pod. It had not fully closed up yet, still in the process of making enough sap to hold its two large captures. "Just how did this happen, Jov?"

Jov said, "Well, Keley has often come in here to pleasure herself with the crippled plant. Apparently it recovered, and took her." The clerk peered over to look and shuddered, seeing intertwined bodies and vines and other unpleasant things.

Dahash said, "And Baneel? How did it get him?"

The clerk answered, "From talking with the others, he found her and instead of reporting it, ordered the staff to stay away for several days. He had been trying for her position for some time... I suppose he thought this was his chance, and got careless. Understandable, as they only have one feeding stalk. Whatever triggered it to regenerate must have gone overboard. Quite an interesting development."

Dahash shook his head. "I'm tempted to pull them out so I can punish them for being idiots. But I suppose we should study the pod while we have the chance. You said it was doing OTHER unusual things?"

Jov said, "Well, the two sexual simulators seem to have a connection... it's doing SOMETHING with male sperm and female eggs, but it's too early to tell WHAT. The size of Baneel's testicles shows it's forcing him to make a LOT of cum, possibly modified."

Dahash said, "Fine. Leave them in there until it's clear what it's doing to them. In the meantime, you have been working with these two the closest and know their research. You will take over the operation of this site."

Jov said, "Thank you sir!" He didn't feel particularly happy, not liking the plants... but it was an honor, and if whatever was going on here panned out he could use it to get promoted to running several sites, and go back to pushing papers which he LIKED.

Dahash said, "Keep me informed. I have more fires to put out. I WISH this was the worse of them!"

Jov watched the large dragon stomp off and turned back to give the pair one last look. The female was blissed out, clearly enjoying herself. "I hope you are having fun in there... it might be a while before you get let out. If you're really unlucky, it will produce something too valuable to risk removing you." He shuddered and backed away. He didn't know if it could make a THIRD feeding stalk, but he was not taking any chances!

Baneel watched in horror as the two dragons left. The sap was only up to his shoulders, so he heard ever terrible word. Left in here? For how long? And what was that about his balls? They DID feel swollen, but he figured that was just from cumming over and over. What was it doing to him? He grunted, the plant sensing his distress and working his cock again. He hurrrfed into the pod clamped around his face and shuddered out yet another countless orgasm, his thoughts dissolving in the pleasure.

Keley heard nothing as she had left her own thoughts far, far behind... willingly letting herself sink into a steady state of alternating bliss and orgasmic pleasure. Her hands roamed slowly over the male that was pressed up against her, stroking both him and the vines and pods of the plant.

Unnoticed by either, the plant finally closed the bulb over them, sealing them in, as content as a plant could be.