A Joining - Part 2

Story by Russ on SoFurry

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#3 of The Kasvane

This is the second part of my story "A Joining" where Alex and Hanare continue their mis-adventure in the slimy, slithering grasp of the strange plant. Hope you all enjoy.


Hanare & Story (c) Russet'12 Alex(c) Twinburner

Hanare had lost track of time, after his orgasmic release into Alex the moogle had just lain still, panting heavily and trying to regain his breath. What roused him to his senses was the feeling of his body being moved by the plant, his cock being pulled away from Alex's muzzle and the vine lodged in his throat retreating. He found arms were being pulled down to his sidesand the moogle found his head resting against Alex's as they were both made to lay in the same position, chest pressed to chest in a tight cocoon of vines.

"What... is it doing now?" Alex managed to ask, whimpering some as his dick ground against his lovers.

Lifting his head Hanare looked around, his pom-pom flashing a variety of colours until he saw something that made him whimper "It's going to ingest us.... kupo..." he started squirming, struggling against the vines but his body was bound tightly. The vine still lodged in his rump was also distracting him by continuing to ripple and pulse, sticky liquid oozing deeper into him as it continued to pump him uncomfortably full.

"Hanare... what do you mean... oh fuck me no..." Alex stared at the object that was emerging from amongst the leaves and branches of the surrounding shrubbery. It was a large green pod; over six feet tall, tough green membrane walls supported by heavy ridges that gave it an octagonal shape. The bottom vanished into a large green trunk and network of vines that sunk into the ground whilst the top was peeling open along the eight supporting ridges. A good foot of green flesh folded back on all sides of the rim to reveal the inside of the pod was purple. At the base of the open flesh the pod was lined by a ridge that flexed open and closed revealing the dimly lit interior cavity. Alex joined the moogle in struggling, thrashing against the vines holding them but it was impossible. The coiling, squeezing tendrils holding them prisoner lifted them off the ground and up toward the pod. It tilted forward slightly in response; the vines were after all part of the pod, it knew exactly where they would be. Held at a forty-five degree angle their feet now lined up with the entrance the boys could just about see it by tilting their heads down. They got to watch as the pod drew closer, their feet passing the folded back tips of plant, advancing toward the waiting opening.

As their toes touched the flexing ring of flesh the vines holding their legs released. They were given no chance to escape however, the tentacles holding their upper bodies didn't slacken their grip a bit. As their cocks continued to grind against each other they were lowered down. Feet sunk into the opening, the ring of flesh relaxed, opening to accept them. Hanare and Alex kicked with their legs, trying to find some leverage, some means of pulling their feet away from the opening. All they managed to do was coat their fur in goo; the inner wall of the pod was too slippery for them to get a grip on. Their feet slipped and the pod gripped their calves and tugged them inside with a powerful swallowing motion. Hanare whimpered and wriggled his shoulders from side to side as more of the vines pulled back off their bodies. Their rears were released, the tentacles pulling out with a spurt of liquid that splattered over them. It was hopeless though, the retreating vines pulled away just a second too late for it to be of any use in escaping. The pod continued to grip their bodies, squeeze and swallow, tugging and pulling them deeper. The soft, goo coated petals dragging them up past the waist into its shadowed depths.

It was torture as their bodies were squeezed together through the narrow, flexing opening, the soft flesh of the plant riding up their bodies. It travelled up past their chests, arms trapped at their sides, holding them still unable to move. Their heads were forced back, inside their hands moved, freed from the constraints of the tentacles to hold onto each other. Alex's paws went wandering, gripped Hanare's cock and started to play with it. With a whimper the moogle returned the favour, pumping the bunny's shaft, jerking him off as the plant continued to eat them. As the constricting, flexing rim of flesh they were passing through passed over their shoulders the pod seemed to deflate a bit. It sealed around their necks, a wet, sticky ring of flesh that held them with their chins resting against one another. Their bodies which had been free to move inside were pressed against each other as the walls curved in to cling to them. Questing tendrils started to lick and flick over their limbs, coiling around wrists and ankles, Hanare moaned as he felt something tug on his arm, trying to pull it away from Alex's cock but he refused to let go, he continued to tug and jerk along his bunnies' length. The added struggle of resisting the plant, the fact they were just a pair of heads poking out of the top of the pod, the thick liquid that had been pumped into him causing his body to burn with lust drove him onward. Hanare's mind was awash with ideas, images, his brain full of scents and sounds and with a whimper he leant forward to kiss Alex's neck.

Alex gasped both from the kiss and the sudden pressure against the back of his head. The folded back petals of the pod pressed against him, the plant was closing up on them, eight gooey folds of flesh bending up and over, trying to push them inside. It was impossible to resist, the last sight of the jungle filled greenhouse the boys got was through the closing slithers of light between the petals. With a wet slurp both boys slipped through the tight ring of flesh, a splattering of goo coating their faces as the pod sealed shut. Sliding down the interior wall of their prison the moogle and bunny moaned, cocks twitching, hands tugging and jerking the other off. They pressed together; kneeling in a slithering mass of goo covered vines kissing desperately. Constantly assaulted by the grasping tentacles that filled the pod the boys shuddered, groaning as they spurted their load across each other. Cocks twitching, still cumming, hot jets of cream splashing over already gooey fur the boys succumbed to the questing, grasping tentacles that squirmed out of the walls and floor.

These vines were translucent, their deep purple colour coming from the sticky liquid that flowed and pulsed inside them. The light filtering in from outside made the plush, velveteen walls of the pod glow and that ethereal illumination was passed onto the tendrils that were starting to bind the two imprisoned boys. They curled around ankles, thighs, shoulders and wrists, pulling them apart, slithering around the length of their arms and legs, banding chest and stomach and contracting. They repositioned the boys on opposite sides of the purple pod, binding them to the tough membrane wall between two of the supporting ridges. Then once they were held securely the tip of each tentacle opened. The pod shuddered as a load of thick, sticky, sweet smelling purple goo poured out to cover both of them from head to toe in a slick and sticky mess. Hanare gasped in shock at the same time Alex whimpered in need, both of their dicks pulsed, standing erect still despite their orgasm. There was no relief no blissful after-glow to sink down into. Their orgasm had brought a momentary high, an explosion of intense pleasure, damping the fire that raged throughout their bodies. Now however that flame was starting to build again, the blood coursing through their veins bursting with virility as the alien fluids of their captor surged through them.

Looking across the expanse of the plant their eyes met, they were less than four feet apart but it might as well have been an ocean, all they could do was watch one another. Alex noticed it first, eyes drawn down by something moving, "Hanare, below..." The rabbit's cry made the moogle look down in time to see a thick purple tentacle slithered out of the base of the pod beneath his lover.

They both felt it at the same time, bodies jerking against their bonds as something quested under their tails. It slipped firmly between their pert rump cheeks to press against their tail-hole. Unable to look way Hanare squirmed, looking back into Alex's eyes and smiling, "Love you," he called out timidly then screamed in delight, eyes moving down to watch his partners rump get violated at the same time as his own. Both of their cries tailed off as the vine in their rumps settled in, several inches now lodged in their rears. Once they were settled they started to corkscrew back and forth, sliding themselves deeper, throbbing slowly, and releasing steady pulses of liquid into their bodies to mingle with that already filling them.

Their bodies glistened in the faint illumination that leaked in from outside and the two boys hung limply in the plants grasp. All they could do was pant and moan, clenching down on the invader as it rocked against their prostate ceaselessly. It didn't seem possible to resist all they could do was hold on try to keep their wits about them, recover from their orgasm and the invasion of their bodies and brace for whatever was to come next.

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