Nature's Pleasurable Oddities
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He needed plants for his new apartment. Everybody has plants in their place, and what can it hurt? Suffocating him with too much oxygen? He couldn't think of a better idea not to buy a few plants. So he scoped through aisle after aisle of potted plants, flowers, trees, seemingly every plant known to man. He lazily picked out a few that seemed well enough for the decor of his apartment and walked up to the outdoor cashier. "$24.63 is your total sir." she announced. Grumbling, Milea fished a twenty and a 5 out of his wallet and handed it to the cashier. "Damn prices keep going up don't they.. er.." he glanced across the bland nametag pinned to her breast pocket. "Sam." She chuckled a bit, carefully setting the newly purchased plants in a tray and sliding it into a paper bag. "Nah, if the company needs more money they just take it out of our paychecks." He laughed at the obvious sarcasm, taking the bag from her arms and holding it flat so as not to tip over its contents. "Have a nice day ma'am." "Have a good day sir." He walked out to his car, beeping the alarm and opening up the back driver side door, slipping the bag inside to lay flat on the seat and slamming the door, getting in the car behind the wheel. He started up the engine and pulled out of the lot, heading down the road back through town. Various shops and restaurants littered the sides of the road, displaying large multicolored signs to attract customers. Milea's eyes darted about quickly scanning over the shop names. One in particular suddenly caught his eye. "Huzzah what's that? I've never seen that place before." He quickly punched a left turn into the parking lot and found a space. He quickly shut off the engine and hopped out of his car, slamming the door shut and beeping the alarm, darting across the lot into the store. A grungy looking old wolf sat behind the counter, peering up over the desk to get a look at the customer before addressing him in a crackly, low voice. "You're in Natures Oddities you know." "Yeah I know." Milea replied. The old wolf quirked a brow, giving a puzzled gaze towards the young man. 'And that's alright?" "Er.. yeah." The old wolf shrugged with a surprised look coming over his face, bending back over his work. "Just don't steal anything." 'Yeesh, what the hell is all this stuff?' Milea thought as he browsed through the various oddities. There were blue leaved plants, orange spike balls with glowing red tips, vines suctioned to anything wooden around it, plants snapping at each other, oddly shaped plants, anything completely out of the ordinary. He picked up a particularly interesting one, vines moving about slowly and lazily through the air. But as soon as he touched it, the vines wrapped tightly around his wrists, constricting them severely. He yelped in pain and dropped it, though it clung on for dear life. The old man quickly jumped up and dashed over, pinching a vine between two fingers sharply. The vines immediately retreated off Milea's wrists, scampering into its pot. The old wolf put the pot back on the shelf and examined Milea's now bleeding wrists. "American Suicide Vines, unless you're going to kill yourself, you don't want that one. It feeds off blood from any major vein like your wrists and neck. Hundreds of nearly invisible needles stab through the skin into the vein and quickly withdraw blood. Very nasty plant." he explained. Milea licked at the blood in his fur, the brownish tan color offsetting from the red liquid. "Perhaps I should help you find something, anything particular in mind?" "Something that won't attack me for starters. Something that doesn't move all too much and isn't a constant eye sore. Perhaps even enjoyable to have around." A spark seemed to flicker in the wolf's eye at the word enjoyable. He knew just the plant, though knew of the tedious way it keeps alive and the amount of attention it needed. He felt skeptical at the thought of giving it up, it had been in his shop for quite some time and he grew to love the plant in a sense. Though he was much too old, and knew he couldn't always be a source of care for it, might as well give it up while the offer stands. "I know just the one." he commented before grabbing a flashlight from under the counter and shuffling into the back room. A few minutes later the old wolf reappeared with a smallish pot holding a bulb of a plant, a simple, green stem sticking a mere few inches from the top of the soil holding it. He handed it to Milea. "Take good care of this for me, and be sure to keep it in a room that stays relatively dark and occupied. The best place in my opinion would be your bedroom, but that's just me." Milea nodded, cradling the pot in an arm and reaching for his wallet with his free paw. The wolf held up a halting finger. "Take it, she's yours for the keeping, free of charge." "You sure?" Milea questioned. A simple nod came from the shopkeeper. "Positive." Milea beamed, now having picked up an apparently important piece of nature for absolutely no charge. "Thank you sir!" He shook the wolf's paw and quickly hustled back to his car, setting the new merchandise with his other plants and driving home. His apartment was rather plain, set in a large grey complex next to other occupied apartments. They were not cheesy however, but they weren't too horridly expensive either. He didn't have a roommate, and didn't figure on getting one. He made enough money to get by as it was, even if he had to pay $900 a month just for the room. The room itself was casually decorated, nothing quite interior designer and nothing stupid. Pleasant to look at and live in; it was home. He breathed in the otherwise unoccupied air, dropping his purchased on the kitchen table and gradually placing them around the house. When he got to the plant to old wolf gave him, he tried to place it somewhere fitting the shopkeepers description, though the only fit spot he could think of was indeed his room. So he set it on his nightstand next to his bed, keeping it relatively away from the light pouring in through closed blinds, but not completely away. 'Perfect.' he thought. Sighing with relief and exhaustion, he flopped onto the bed. It was only 4:30pm, but he was sleepy anyway. But oh would a nap feel good. So, with a yawn, he shrugged off his jeans and boxers and curled up on the comfortable mattress. Something was running across his fur. It was prodding around his thighs and groin area, causing him to jolt upright. It was pitch black in his room, and the only light that glowed came from the digital clock on his nightstand. Upon a quick glance, Milea saw it was around 1am. He rubbed his eyes, trying to quickly adjust them to the darkness of the room. Whatever was touching him, it wasn't large enough to take up his point of view. It prodded his exposed sac, nuzzling it as it explored his body. He murred at this, laying his head back down on the pillows. A very small slick something ran over his balls, causing his member to respond by swelling in the furry sheathe just above. The thing on his sac slid upward, running over his sheathe with its small wet surface, rinning over the slowly opening slit. It pushed itself inside and slipped over the head of his cock, causing him to moan suddenly. His member twitched inside his sheath, thickening as it began to slowly slip out and deeper into the jaws of whatever had a hold of him. He enjoyed it, though found the lack of warmth oddly peculiar. He'd had blowjobs before, and any female or male's mouth was definitely warmer than this. And a tip of his head discovered why. The plant had suddenly grown vines. When he obtained it it was a small bulb of green. But now it had blossomed into an array of stationary vines. But one moved, and the only one moving was the one that had slid its way into his sheathe and was now suckling on his eagerly growing malehood. He watched as the shape pushed apart the outer walls of the vines as it grew. He reached out a paw and touched the vine, though it gave no response. It was slightly fuzzy, with a dry, living sort of feel, much like skin. Though it wasn't wet, and he wondered where the slickness he earlier felt on his sac came from. The plant suddenly sucked harder as his cock was now fully erect. Milea moaned out and fell back onto the pillows. That small slickness he felt earlier was prodding at his cockslit, pushing apart the small opening and sliding inside. He let out another airy moan at this, never having felt such a thing before. It slid all the way down his cock, worming it's way through the small tubes inside his pelvis until it reached his balls where it stopped. His length felt full, and the vine began secreting that slippery fluid. It coated his entire length, warming it up immensely as the plant began softly twisting and rotating on his length. He moaned and startong gently thrusting into the vine, hips bucking quietly in bliss. The small probe inside his balls moved again, shifting to his other firm orb and coming to a rest again. But the plant did not, it sucked and nursed his cock, twisting and turning about. He bucked his hips harder, the soft tingling feeling of an approaching orgasm coming to his senses. Pre built up behind the small intrusion inside his length, only causing the pleasure to increase. He felt two more vines slither across his legs, prodding at his low hanging balls, running over them with that small slick probe, almost feeling like a tongue. The slippery liquid soon coated the brown fur, wetting it down as the two vines curled around and massaged his firm orbs. The small probe inside his cock retreated, sending a wave of friction and pleasure through his insides. He moaned and bucked his hips hard at the movement, fucking the plant with a steady, strong pace. As the small probe finally slipped free, a wave of pre squirted from his length, flowing freely into the sucking vine. The vine dipped back and forth on his length, sensing the new liquid, quickly pulling it into the center. The bobbing along his cock pushed him even farther, and combined with the eager care on his sac and the warmth and wetness of the innards of the vine, sent him over the edge. He arched his back and pushed all the way into the vine and released his sticky white load, hard jets spurting into the vine. He moaned long and hard, the vine suddenly bobbing even more as he released his tense load into the plant. His eyes peeked open, watching as the plant drank him down, small lumps running from his cock all the way to the potted plant's center as it swallowed up all the cum he had to offer. Those few short moments spent draining his balls into the plant seemed like an eternity, and he panted heavily as the last of his cum was milked from his cock. The vine slid back, slowly moving toward the soil. As Milea watched, he saw what appeared to be a tiny tongue flick out from the maw of the vine and lap around the edges, as it removing any excess liquid from its non-existant lips. The vines around his sac too followed suit and slid back towards the middle of the plant. He smiled happily, his spent member retreating back into the warmth and safety of its sheathe. Exhausted, he shut his eyes and swiftly drifted back off to sleep. A flash of sun caught his eye, and he lazily slipped away from dreamland. Looking down at himself, he noticed the fur on his sac was matted down, and suddenly remembered the plant in the middle of the night. But when he looked to the plant on his nightstand, it was only the green bulb he was given. Puzzled, he got up and went to the shower, his cock growing as he recalled the night's events. He had a few questions to ask this old wolf who gave him the plant, as well as a 'thank you'.
To be continued...mabye