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The thief crept along a thin ledge on the third story of a building late at night. He had learned how to stay silent with every step and to control his breathing to give nothing away to the guards that patrolled below. As he reached one corner of the brick building, he found a cable that he could shimmy across and to the roof of a greenhouse in the courtyard of the megacorp that he was trying to infiltrate. His goal was to fill his water pack with golden lotus nectar, the key ingredient monopolized by the Aztec Inc. in the miracle life restoring and extending drug. The cost of supply for a single person kept it out of even the reach of the middle class, and the two liter container he brought with him would be enough to let him rest easy for the next few years.

Bypassing the guards with ease, the caracal made his way to the top of the greenhouse as he opened a window just a bit more before testing for lasers. Like his intel has told him, he pulled out some custom built reflectors and emitters and slid it down into place and provided him with enough room to wiggle down and into the greenhouse proper. The guards were there to keep people out, and he had a pretty good idea of how to use the water system to make good on his escape. As he looked around, he could see the golden lotus, but it was here that his intel was wrong.

Instead of finding a bunch of flowers that were barely bigger than his paws, he found nearly a hundred of the eight foot tall golden flowers. Each one in its own specific place, and hooked up to a tap where he could see the rich golden sap filling small clear tubes. Just to grab a bunch of those would be enough as he started in on his task. A close fitting mask covered his mouth and nose to keep any sort of pollen or scent from interfering with his work as he managed to avoid the plants defenses. The rich musk in the air would have been an ample warning for some that these plants were in breeding season, but the caracal carried on unaware of the danger.

By the fifth vial of amber collected and tucked into his bag, small green tendrils started to follow the ground after him. They moved slowly, but with a purpose, so it wasn't until he doubled back to collect from the next row that the vines finally started catching up with the feline. He didn't sense them at first as they waited for the right moment, and when he took his next step away from his current plant, they all struck. Each vine by itself wouldn't have posed a problem, but the thirty that had amassed went right for it, going for his legs as they quickly bound his feet up and pulled him off balance, causing him to fall flat on his face. The smashing sound under him only confirmed that everything he had collected had been destroyed by his falling on it.

Still, the feline wasn't one prone to panic, it is how he got to where he was, as he tried to kick the vines off, and when it didn't work, went for his knife to try and cut them away. Slowly the tentacles dragged him along the floor, some leaving him while others picked up where they had left off as he was conveyed across the room. When he'd cut one, the sap would harden around the blade and crystalize, and with one yank, the knife tumbled out of his grip and away from him as he started to finally panic. Reaching over to the ground as he tried to pull himself away, save himself however he could. His claws trying to catch something, anything, which would give him the leverage he needed to escape.

Some things, though, are not meant to be as he was pulled closer to his final destination, he could see a a golden seed the size of his fist, sitting in the middle of what looked to be a metal pot set into the ground and nearly eight feet deep. Dragged into the middle of it, he could see the golden seed quickly start to react to his presence. Slowly it started to grow tendrils that started going over his body, binding his hands as he tried to claw at it, and then moving to lay against his chest. More tendrils sprouted out as they slowly made their way to his feet, wrapping around his legs as they did and spreading him out and leaving him a bit defenseless. As the tendrils wrapped around his body, they slipped under his clothes and managed to shred it apart and before long leaving the caracal nude in the pot.

Varien renewed his struggles against the golden seed as it started to manipulate him and stand his body on up. When he was standing, head below the level of the rim of the pot, more tendrils appeared and started to grab and pull at the nearby dirt and pull it into the pot, slowly burying the poor feline. Unable to move a muscle because of all the tendrils, slowly the caracal was buried up to his neck in the pot, each clump of dirt that was pulled in cementing his place with the plant seed. It wasn't hurting him, but it was at this point he started screaming for help, anyone to come and help save him. The guards who heard him from outside only shook heads. They knew better than to go in.

Varien could feel the tendrils start to move, loosing up ever so slightly as they seemed to rub along his fur, and eventually prodding his face and groin. Two tendrils started to rub along the soles of his feet in a slow teasing manner before one tentacle split open to a bell shape and slipped inside his sheath and found his uncut cockhead and clamped down over it, slowly pulling and tugging as it did. At the base of his neck he felt a pair of sharp pricks as two vines attached and grafted themselves to the side of his neck, when a new chemical started flooding his bloodstream, a highly evolved mutagen that made the prey more receptive to being changed for the plant's needs.

The caracal tried to wiggle some more as a moan escaped his lips, his legs forcibly spread apart with dirt keeping them from pulling together as the tendril over his cock seemed to slip down to the base. The warm slick insides of the tendril were pulling and tugging on his member like some female in heat as he clenched his eyes tight to keep it from getting to him as more tendrils started to move and rub firmly in small circles around his nipples. Slowly the pleasure was building and the plant seems to revitalize from it.

The plant kept working on that length, milking from base to tip in slow rolling waves as the feline driped his pre into that warm fleshy tube, the tempo increasing to the pace of his heartbeat. Rising up to his first peak, the feline cried out before his soft orbs pulled in tight and started pumping out his rich feline seed, eagerly drawn away by the plant before the spasms of his cock slowly faded. The plant wasn't done with the feline as it the pulsing of the vine wrapped around his length started pulling and tugging twice as hard and twice as fast on the feline. With the chemicals it had injected earlier, the feline's member quickly rose to the occasion before a rough session with the plant brought him to a second and shortly after, a third orgasm.

What the feline couldn't see, and didn't know about were the changes to his anatomy. Every orgasm, his cock shrunk down smaller and smaller as his testicles were pulled back into his body. Slowly his cock disappeared entirely before slowly inverting itself and reforming itself as a pair of thick pussy lips. Unable to move and to feel himself, the new cuntboy wasn't aware of what exactly was happening to him as the previous vine pulled away and a new one approached before it latched onto his newly formed clit, tugging and pulling on it as soon as it formed a good suction. Varien cried out with the sudden new pleasure wracking his body as his sex quickly got wet and inflamed before the plant took advantage of the situation.

Just as the feline had a gender, every one of the golden lotus happened to have a gender too, and the new lotus had already started to advertise the fact to other nearby lotus, the quick moving plants sending tendrils through the soil and into the metal pot that contained the new plant through holes in the bottom. The holes sized specifically to keep tendrils that might hurt the new occupant from getting in. Meanwhile, using the seed collected from the feline, the plant had already grown the large golden petals of its namesake, hiding Varien's vision of the rest of the facility as the plant covered everything that was left above the soil.

Deep below, the plant had ready a new cache of its seeds and needed them to be fertilized before they could grow, and the warm passage of its new host was the perfect place to put them. A thick blunt tip started nudging against the feline's nether lips as the first of the male tendrils made their way in. Wrapping itself around the host tendril, the pair pushed themselves deeper into the cuntboy, the twisted tendrils filled with bumps and ridges to keep them lodged in place inside the feline when they were ready. Slowly pulling back and pushing back in again, the twin tendrils started to rock the feline in his dirt prison. The feline, unable to escape, unable to stop this assault on his body as the feelings of the moving tendrils did nothing to stop the rising haze of lust in his mind, could not keep his body from responding as his sex clenched down hard on the two tendrils.

The tendril working on his clit tugged even harder as the feline gave a muffled cry, his first female orgasm causing all his muscles to go tight as they could at once, while the two tendrils drove themselves in deep, pushing against his cervix before starting to release. The larger of the two tentacles started pushing marble sized seeds into his womb, with the seed from the smaller tendril coating every single seed and making sure it could get into his innermost passage. When his orgasm seemed to pass, the feline was suddenly being thrust into again, the tendrils no longer pushing the material into his womb, seeming instead to need the rhythmic clutching of his sex to draw it out of them and deep inside his body. Relentless, the tendrils seemed to go again, pushing and pulling, sliding that twisted length through his passage as his body was forced into another orgasm so the cycle of eggs and seed being pushed into his womb could begin again.

About two weeks went by, his body only allowed sleep when it passed out from exhaustion. The plant injected more chemicals to keep him awake as the cycle of fucking him and causing him to orgasm happened day and night. It was said the plant was one of the best looking ones in the entire greenhouse as he started to feel his first contractions. The pain spiked for a few moments before painkillers were introduced to his system. The feline was near crazy at the point as his body pushed out the first golden fruit. A round golden plum about the size of a fist was pushed from his body and captured by the plant before being pulled to the surface. Over fifty of the fruit were slowly pulled from his body as he seemed to slowly get looser with every fruit from his womb. When they arrived at the surface, the megacorp had already put a machine in place that stripped the fruit from the seed inside and turned the pulp into juice, the stuff immortality was made of. Many of the seeds were tossed, but a few were kept for the next generation, as no plant seemed to last more than a year before wilting away and leaving nothing but a husk behind.