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Gerald sat on the edge of his bed, playing the latest version of Fur Fighter on his PS3. He was glad it was Friday so he could relax in his apartment. He heard a small knocking on his bedroom door. Pausing the game, he got up to answer it.

"Hi Gerry," Amanda said. "My family has an emergency. I have to run. When Tom stops by can you tell him I went to my folks place for the weekend?"

He stared at the young, attraction raccoon for a moment before nodding to her. "Sure, I don't have any plans." He was slightly disappointed that she just assumed he'd be home for when her mate came over. Sure, it was true, having never been out on a Friday since they had moved in, but still, it would have made him feel better if she had asked him his plans first.

"You should find someone that can fill you with happiness," she told him. "Thanks for the help! Oh, and water my plant!"

Before he knew what was going on, his room-mate had ran out the door to her car and sped away. Even though he might have been annoyed, he considered himself lucky to have such a wonderful friend. None of his buddies ever was around long enough to make him feel at home. They liked to pick on him because of his size, being no bigger than Amanda. In truth, he felt that it was because of his size that Amanda agreed to share an apartment. There were times they would just sit in the dining room and talk, enjoying each other's company. There were times they'd have pillow fights in their pajamas, to which he was always losing. There was even a time he posed as a clothing dummy for her to make a dress for Halloween, her comments bruising his ego that he was the perfect size for it, although he never said anything.

He went to her room stopping at the door before going inside. Everything was always so neat. Well everything but the big creeping vine in the corner near the head of the bed. It was wild and large, covering a good portion of the wall now. For now he ignored that, walking instead to her dresser.

Opening the top drawer he was rewarded with an assortment of her panties and bras, all tossed into two piles. He picked up the black laced panties in his paws, opening them up so he could smell the crotch. The smell was alluring and he felt a stirring in his own pants so strong, he had to get out of the constricting clothing. He quickly drew the blinds and striped naked, looking into her mirror. He had secretly enjoyed the time he was dressed by Amanda. Not knowing exactly what it was about the encounter, he decided that he would find out while he had the chance. Slowly he stepped into the lacy garment, pulling it up to his hips. It was a tight fit, so much so, that it prevented his manhood from slipping further from its sheath.

Opening another drawer, he discovered black nylons. Pointing his toes, he bunched up the stocking, slowly and carefully pulling them up to the bottom of the panties. He turned and gasped, as the feel of the silk on his legs sent shivers down his spine. He was amazed at how his legs looked so long and sexy in the hose. He had to see more.

He searched the drawers until he found a corset, hidden under her pants in the bottom drawer. He struggled with it at first, before discovering a way to tighten the strings. The cloth made his waist slender by pushing most of his flesh up to the cups. The design of the device pulled the breasts together, and it had the same effect on him. He had always had a bit of flab on his chest, vowing someday to work out. Now, however, the corset rounded the flesh and even gave him cleavage.

Walking into the closet, he pulled out a tight black dress, slipping it down over his head. The hem of the dress came down to just pass the bottom of the panties. He pulled his tail through the hole then ran to the mirror. He yipped in surprise as he saw what could pass as Amanda staring back at him. He sat at the vanity and applied a little make-up, having watched his mom and sisters do it all the time. Amanda only used it lightly, and so he tried following the same approach. His paw trembled as he applied each item one by one. When he finally looked, he couldn't believe it. No one would be able to tell it wasn't her.

He danced around the round giggling silly like, practicing his friend's voice until he kicked over the watering can. Going into her bathroom, he filled it with water and paused. Opening her medicine cabinet, he found various feminine supplies and a round disk of pills. He picked it up and was surprised to discover his friend was on birth control.

That is when he noticed an odor coming from her covered waste pail. Placing the pills on the edge of the sink, he opened the lid and nearly fell back on his tail. There in the bucket was a used feminine pad that his friend must have just used before leaving for her parents. Morbid curiosity compelled him to pick it up and smell it.

Instantly he could feel its affect on him and he smiled. Hiking his skirt up, he pulled his panties down and quickly placed the pad over his sheath opening, pulling them back up into place, trapping his manhood from escaping. The tight fit, though, squeezed some of the blood into his fur, staining it.

He giggled and grabbed the can, walking over to the plant, "How's my baby?" He cooed, trying to duplicate Amanda's voice until he got it perfect. He hummed to it, rubbing his paw over the limbs before placing the can back and hopping into the bed. He never felt so good and funny. The euphoric state finally caught up with him though, and he fell asleep.

Slowly, leaves rustled in the quiet room, the darkness suggested to it that it was night. It knew "she" was alone, able to sense the vibrations of anything that might be there. Its sensors could detect a female in heat, and it knew it was that time to strike. Slowly, it crept toward the bed entwining itself around the bedposts before moving towards the sleeping form's wrists and ankles. It released pollen to keep its subject subdued in a dream-like state. The vines grabbed Gerry's arms and limbs lightly enough that it didn't wake him.

One of the vines hovered over his mouth just as he blinked his eyes open. It was a large green limb, tapered to a tip like a phallus with a large bulb about a foot down. It was dripping a thick, green-white substance on his lips.

"What the heck?" he managed to blurt out before it rammed into his mouth. The vines immediately tightened lifting him off the bed spread eagle. He tried to bit the rubbery vine to no avail as it rocked back and forth in his mouth. He moved his tongue around it, tasting the salty substance as it inched toward the back of his mouth. His eyes went wide as he saw the large portion reaching his lips, forcing his mouth open even wider.

A pair of vines encircled his breasts and attached themselves to his nipples. He felt the thorns shred the clothing, exposing his chest. Cup shaped leaves attached themselves like suction cups pulling on his areola, shaping it into more defined feminine breasts as his teats enlarged to the pulling.

Another vine moved between his legs, detecting the aroma of feminine arousal. It pressed against the cloth and stopped.

"Clothes," it thought in its primitive mind as two smaller vines inched under the dress and pulled the panties down slightly.

Gerry yelped as he felt the panties release his manhood, his tip immediately escaping its hole. As he yelled out in a muffled voice, the vine sunk its knot into his mouth. It pumped its neurotoxin into his body, making him a willing subject to anything or anyone's desires.

The vine between his legs dripped its fertile seed as it search for "her" moist warm opening, like it had did on previous nights. It had worked on making her fertile for any species then pushed the start of her heat cycle. It slowly approached then stopped, puzzled by a new development that wasn't there previously. The stem wrapped around the pole, slowly entwining up until it discovered the tip. It squeezed the devise, unsure of what exactly it was.

Gerry yelped in pain but didn't move, succumbing to the effects of the stuff he was drinking. He rocked his mouth and moaned at the squeeze, his tip dripping its pre.

The dripping vine around his shaft pressed its opening to spread over Gerry's shaft, releasing its grip. It was hot inside the plant and to Gerry, it was like penetrating a female. He bucked his hips as the plant slowly pressed down until it had every inch of him was in its leafy interior. It expanded slightly, taking in his orbs and knot as well sealing it tightly as it pumped a numbing agent over him.

Gerry was in total bliss, not even realizing he was starting to lose feeling in his groin. The pressure was too great, and before he loss total feeling, he shot his load into the vine.

The plant was totally confused and the output of the strange device it had enveloped, but decided to restart the process. The liquid in its vines easily dissolved the growing appendage, opening her up again, blood rushing into the stem's interior. When it didn't detect her warm womb, it quickly went about and recreated it from its genetic formed 'blueprint' it had made of previous encounters. This time the reformation was easier and in a mere hour it had recreated it in her perfectly, making sure it started her heat cycle again.

It pulled out finishing the outer design of its captured female's vagina creating an even more sensitive clit when it suddenly felt the arrival of another humanoid entering the house. The stranger passed the vine that was dangling out the window near the portal of entrance. It quickly released its victim and resumed its previous position near the wall.

Gerry whimpered as his limbs arched from being stretched so long. Her fingers went between her legs and rubbed, moaning as she felt wetness and a feeling of warm pleasure he had never experienced before.

Tony slowly entered the dark room, unsure if his mate was sleeping or not. He saw her lying on the bed, moving slowly, and he headed for the bathroom to undress. Removing his clothes, he tossed them in the corner, scratching himself as he was freed of the constricting garment. He lifted the seat and took a long pleasing piss, proud of the size of his shaft. He turned to wash his hands and knocked something into the sink. Picking up the round container, he recognized his mate's contraception. His eyebrow raised as he noticed today's dosage had not been taken.

"That minx," he said softly, "I knew she'd be ready soon." He placed the pills back into the medicine cabinet and tip-toed into the room, climbing into bed. He kissed Gerry on the cheek and smiles, "Oh hun, I am so happy that," he paused for a moment as a big grin appeared on his face, "you want to start a family."

The poisons in Gerry were still hazing his mind as he repeated the last thing he heard, "I want to start a family?" The words were asked, but Tom didn't hear that.

He took Gerry's paw and kissed it, before licking off the feminine juices that had coated her paw. "I see you were starting without me." Tom moved quickly between her legs, rubbing his nose against her clit, as his tongue dove deep into her depths.

Gerry's mind was so confused but slowly clearing. There was no denying the pleasure she was receiving from the tongue between her legs. She felt a warmth building as gentle spasms coated Tom's tongue in her juices.

Tom stopped and moved up what he thought was his mate to her breasts. He sucked hard on the Gerry's nipple as his shaft, which was still exposed from his bathroom visit, slowly hardened. He moaned as his tip was playfully touching her entrance slightly.

Gerry felt an odd thing between her legs. Her paw reached down and felt the foreign object stroking it, feeling it. Her clouded mind reached down to cup Tom's sacs, before moving back up to the tip, placing it at her folds. The tip touched her entrance when she suddenly figured out what was it was as Tom thrust his tip into her body. She cried out as the shaft parted her entrance, coating him in her moisture.

Tom leaned up and kissed her on the lips feeling something was out of place. He sniffed her fur as he thrust his shaft in and out of her, slowly burying his entire length into her entrance. He dismissed it as he felt the same tightness, the same warmth the same squeezing that he had on previous matings. He sniffed her fur again, the aroma was off slightly, although there was no denying the alluring odor of a raccoon in heat.

Gerry's mind was much clearer now, but she was unable to stop herself from rocking under Tom. She felt her contractions increasing as her mind repeated that she was to have his offspring. She felt compelled to comply, basing Tom's entire length in herself.

Smiling to her, Tom shoved his growing knot in her. Soft kisses on her lips still confused him, not being able to determine what was different about the kiss. Pressing his tongue in her, he let her taste her juices that were still in his mouth. He dismissed the oddness and shoved harder and harder into her, his knot finally catching. With one last powerful thrust, he exploded into her body, emptying weeks worth of buildup into her fertile womb.

Gerry cried out in her practiced feminine voice as her first orgasm of the opposite sex hit her. She held onto Tom and rocked under him as her honey mixed with his. Biting her lip, she gripped him on the sides riding her pleasure, as if it was perfectly normal. But the stress of the change on her body, as well as, the powerful nature of having sex had its toll on her as she started to drift off to sleep. Tom, having already worked a double shift, was beyond exhaustion from such a powerful encounter and he joined her, flopping over to his side as he faced her. He closed his eyes, still feeling the pulsating of his shaft squirting in her as he fell into a powerful slumber.