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A phone call in the middle of the night is never a good sign.

"Come into work right this instant. We have a big problem." My boss' voice was even more stern and serious than usual.

"Dr. Tuber?" My thoughts were still in a fog from whatever dream I had been taken out of. I wasn't even sure if I was still dreaming or not. "What time is it?"

"Fescue Maps, I said right now! This is urgent, the situation is getting out of control." There was concern mixed in with that urgency, I had never heard him like this before.

"Alright, I'm getting up. I'll hurry right over." My eyes still hadn't adjusted. Even the moonlight was blinding.

Dr. Harold Tuber had woken me up a just few hours after midnight. I would have loved to roll back over into bed, but I don't think he has ever used my first and last time together since he first interviewed me for the botanist assistant's job. Whatever was going on sounded especially serious. I grabbed yesterday's work clothes off of the floor and rushed over to the greenhouse as quickly as I could. Everything looked normal on the outside when I arrived but it was a completely different story once I went downstairs into the botanica.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The underground botanica was a cluttered mess to the point where I could barley see the wall on the opposite end. There were long green vines climbing every which way, some were growing ridiculously tall, others were grasping across the walls. Judging by the patterns of their growth, the vines were trying to cover everything and take over as much space as possible. These long thick vines were even growing over the other plants and only avoiding the ultra violent lights that were keeping them alive underground.

The Doctor seemed relieved to see me. "There you are, Maps. Don't take another step inside, get your otter butt undressed and grab a pair of clippers."

I should have known that much already, it had been weeks now since he first showed me around the botanica and we fed the pods. The strict rule was no clothing so as not to risk bringing in new plants from the outside. I quickly dashed into the lab and got undressed. Without too much searching I was able to find a pair of hedge clippers in the same cupboard that I had seen Dr. Tuber always grab his satchel from. I joined the doctor as quickly as I could while still being careful with the clippers in my paws. He just gave me a nod and started to cut down some of the vines, I did the same and we slowly worked our way throughout the botanica.

"I messed up bad, Maps. I don't know what I was thinking." I could hear how disappointed the sheepdog was with himself by the tone of his voice. He nearly growled between each word. It was enough to bring out concern in me as well.

"It's just more work right Dr. Tuber? I think we can fix this."

He shook his head. "I wish it was that simple. Even when we cut all of these down she's just going to end up making more. I gave Venus an experiment with the kudzu we had growing upstairs, but now she has used the extra semen she's been getting to make these." On the word "these" the canine's voice became an almost angry roar as he snapped down another vine.

I tried to remain optimistic as we shred through the thicker vines. His lack of composure was making my voice shake. "Don't we know any way to make her unlearn it?"

"No." The doctor's voice thundered between angry huffs of breath. "Now she can do this whenever she wants. Look at this shit, the vines are trying to grow to the surface, by morning she would have every plant in the greenhouse to hybrid with. The whole project will be ruined."

I cut down another few creeping vines, pulling down the taller ones to get them off of the walls. "This is crazy fast, even for her. We were just down here yesterday afternoon and there was no sign of anything extra growing."

"Exactly, Maps. Some of these are new but others she had to have had growing underground for a while. Venus is more intelligent than we thought, she knows to hide things from us and it makes me worried about what else she has underground. I'm second guessing every other plant I've ever given her and now I have no idea what she could be capable of."

I could tell the entire situation was bringing the doctor a heavy burden of stress. I gave his back a gentle scratching and tried to show him as much of my musteline optimism as I could with a warm smile. "Let's just get the cutting out of the way first, Okay? Take some time to think about the situation and we'll figure something out together on the surface."

Dr. Tuber gave me a nod and we spent hours cutting down vines until long after the sun had already come up. By the time we were finished our muscles were on fire and our fur was damp with sweat. Discretion was of the utmost importance, so ground the vines into mulch instead of burning them. The doctor and I took turns taking hot showers in the lab. He had a fresh pair of clothes waiting for me when I got out, they were his and a little too big for me but I was just happy to wear something dry that wasn't sticking to my fur. We stayed underground for most of the day, trying to come up with a way to inhibit Venus' capabilities and also to check inside the botanica every now and again to see if the vines were still growing. It seems they had started to slow down gradually and weren't going to be a problem again any time soon. The doctor rest his heavy paw on my shoulder once again and seemed to give a sigh of relief. "Should be set for a while. Come Maps, we'll go into the greenhouse and get some sun. I feel like I don't even want to look at the botanica again for the rest of the week." I followed him upstairs and he locked the double doors behind us as we made our way to the center of the greenhouse.

"So what are we going to do now?" I was exhausted, out of breath, and even more worried.

"Obviously we need to stop feeding her." The sheepdog wiped his brow and dropped his weight into the earth below. "We know she has water, soil, light, all that is missing is our special ingredient."

I couldn't help but let out a soft whine. Not only was I grow an appreciation for the feeling of the plants, but now I wouldn't see the doctor's naked body for quite a while. If ever again. "I guess you know what's best."

"I'm serious, Maps. Not even the potted plants." He pointed at me as he spoke, his voice growing more stern now. "If something happens and they can root into the main soil they'll share their fill with Venus. We have to cut her off completely."

I wasn't used to him being this stern with me, at least not after we started growing closer. "I understand Dr. Tuber. It'll be just like before when I didn't know anything."

"Alright, good." He nodded firmly and it felt so final.

We just sat there for quite a while, thinking. The doctor was rubbing his head and through his ears as if he had a terrible headache. I let him think, waiting to see what conclusion he would arrive at. He was a smart dog, I figured if there was some way for us to salvage our research here then he would know it. He took so many risks to make this happen, I didn't want it all to be for nothing.

Finally he spoke in a low and quiet tone. "Uproot everything inside the greenhouse and salt the earth."

"We have exotic plants from all over the world. It would take us years to replace them." He nodded slowly in response to my words. "Everything will die."

"It must."

I felt like I had to stop him, even if my reasons were selfish. "This is your life's work, we can't just throw it all away."

He frowned, but I could tell he didn't want to have to do this either. "What other choice do we have, Maps? She won't stop growing vines. Eventually she's going to get her tendrils on a more dangerous plant."

"Maybe she won't!" I protested.

"She will."

"We can think of something, just wait."

"Waiting is too risky of an experiment!" He growled loudly.

"Then take the risk!" My voice was dwarfed compared to his growl, but I put my paw on his chest as I spoke and somehow I saw that it had reached him. His lab coat wasn't fully fastened and past the fur on his chest I could feel his heart beat. Just enough times for him to know I couldn't let go. Just enough to feel it jolt against my paw when the ground below us broke in an instant.

Our voices were dipped into yelps of surprise and the fright of falling. Before we could realize what had just happened, our bodies were hanging in mid air by various vines as we watched the earth of the greenhouse spill down into the depths of the botanica. As we hung there I could feel the vines moving. They were different somehow and started to coil around our arms and legs. Somehow Venus has used hundreds of these vines to crumble the ceiling of the botanica, which unfortunately for us was also the floor of the greenhouse. Suspended in air and caught in her web of vines, there was no where for us to go and a successful struggle would only force us to fall and break our bones. The intentions of the vines were quite obvious, they were keeping us safe and still. Once vines with budding bulbs at their tips began to show themselves, it was clear what Venus was after. We thought we cut enough vines to stop her growth, but we only conditioned her to adapt and take what she needed.

"This is bad, Maps." Dr. Tuber's voice sounded especially worried, enough to make my entire body shudder with fear.

"I'm scared... is this thing going to drop us afterwards?" My voice was cracking. I was so terrified and not very keen on heights.

"I don't know what is going to happen now." The doctor sounded so defeated. "We should have never let things go this far."

Dr. Tuber was hanging a little lower than me, so it was no surprise that he had a bulb searching around for his cock first. Once the seeking vine realized it's prize was tucked away safely in a sheath, another bulbous vine came up and prodded directly under his tail and popped its way into his tailhole with next to no effort. He let out a small groan of discomfort and as I watched his body twist against the vines that held him to adjust, I was worried about feeling one of those myself. I noticed one of the bulbous vines moving much closer to me, the bulb's outer coating was slick and it was dripping with some sort of bitter smelling fluid. I watched the doctor wince for a while until his body finally relaxed, the vine was gently moving around his insides and I knew it had to be doing something wonderful to his prostate when I saw that familiar beauty of a cock pushing up from his sheath and then soon after into the eager bulb of the vine.

"Don't worry. It doesn't hurt." He tried to reassure me in a calm voice, it was layered in lust but his lack of panic put me at ease. "Let's just get through this."

I couldn't speak, I don't know if it was because I was once again breath taken by his knotted canine member, or if I had too many of my senses being assaulted from the vines curving and wrapping around in front of me. The vines tightened around my arms and legs to keep me still and soon the sphincter under my tail was being pushed apart by one of the bulbs. Another bulbous vine quickly scooped up my drooling shaft that was already out in open air from watching the doctor. I think he noticed my early excitement and I blushed at what he might have been thinking. I was hoping that my fright would keep my erection at bay, but the sight of Dr. Tuber nude and in sexual ecstasy was more than my body could handle. I was still to shy to let him know how much I admired him physically as well as mentally, but now was definitely not the time to start such a conversation.

The process of the bulbs milking us for cum was pure bliss. The adrenaline rush of hanging from up high only seemed to add to the experience. Every time my mind and body wanted to fight the experience, it felt like the bulb against my prostate would twist and make this clicking sensation until my mind was lost. I could feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head as the bulb continued to push against my prostate and the other gripped down on my shaft with a slick tightness that I had never felt before in my life. The vines growing in the botanica were not only more aggressive, they were growing more sexually proficient as well. Either that or Venus just hadn't been fed for a week's time and she wasn't about to waste any time getting her fix of seminal fluid from us. I tried to hold back and found myself moaning in both struggle and disgusting pleasure. The bulb on my shaft was rippling as it suckled down, I could feel the soft petals inside growing more and more slick the longer it worked it's way on my member. The one suckling on the doctor had started to move in an almost corkscrew motion, and the noises lewdly flying from his muzzle were letting my ears know exactly how much that sexy specimen of male was enjoying himself.

Just when I thought I finally had a grasp of the situation at hand, a third bulb presented itself. It squirmed around my body, rubbing along my belly and against the fur under my arms for a bit before it started to push at my muzzle. I tried to bite at the bulb and snap it with my teeth, but the one sucking into my lap worked harder and deeper to force another deep moan from my muzzle. Before I could think about preventing anything the extra bulb was already soaking my tongue with it's bitter juice. With my arms bound I attempted to push it out with my tongue, but that only coated more of my taste buds with it's bitter flavor. Soon my entire muzzle felt warm, then hot, then back to warm again, as if a rush of heat had flooded inside my tongue. By the time it was over, bitter turned to an almost pale but tolerable taste, like eating the liquid version of a raw potato. It got better as time went on and I didn't mind gulping down the bulb's juices once the vine on my otter cock began it's own corkscrewing motion. I murred around the vine that fed me, It tasted so good now, but no where near as good as the nectar in the pods. It had more substance to it and felt more filling in the stomach.

In my sexual haze I noticed a bulbous vine also trying to feed the doctor. Unlike me, he successfully bit apart two vines before the third got itself into his muzzle. I watched into his eyes as he felt the same warm and bitter sensation on his tongue that I did, but once he had acquired the taste, he was trying harder and harder to keep it out of his muzzle. I watched him with a puzzled look, trying to understand why he was still fighting it. The corkscrewed suckling of the vine on my cock wasn't helping my concentration on anything else. I must have been leaking pre like a broken faucet at this point and I swear I could feel the bulb gulping it down like a greedy lover. To my surprise, the doctor's solution to the vine in his muzzle was to continuously bite it off from the vine, and simply spit it from his muzzle.

"No Maps! Can't you see what is going on here!? If Venus can feed us she doesn't need to ever let us go. If we don't escape we'll be trapped here for the rest of our lives!"

I couldn't speak with the bulb in my muzzle if I wanted to and soon dozens more bulbous vines pushed against the doctor's maw until he finally gave in and was force fed his bitter meal. I thought the best option would be to just deny Venus from getting any of my cum for as long as I could, but it seemed that the doctor had the opposite idea. We had experienced so many orgasms together by now that I knew exactly what that look on his face meant. The spasms of his thick body, the white fur parting gradually along his chest as he breathed in deep and released himself into the bulb of the vine. When the cream from his canine cock filled the bulb it began to open and reveal a set of multicolored pink and violet petals, the vine's bud was opening and blooming against his cock as he came.

The pressure under my tail and against my insides forced me to open my eyes wide and look around at more than just the doctor's cock. It wasn't just the bulb around him, but every single bulb at the end of each vine was starting to blossom and bloom in an explosion of color. I felt my urge to cum skyrocket as soon as I realized that Dr. Tuber's orgasm had caused the vine under my tail to bloom and the slippery petals moved and clicked more quickly over my prostate. To my surprise the vines that held him started to weaken as the now blooming flower slid off of his cock and he was dropped to the ground.

I winced when I heard him howl as he fell but was soon greeted with relief when he shouted, "I'm okay!" from the floor of the botanica.

I was able to turn my head just enough to see that a massive cotton looking plant where the doctor had fallen. A second one was starting to open up and prepare itself below me. Dr. Tuber took a moment to collect himself and I watched him in a haze of lust as he scurried back up stairs and out of the botanica. Part of me couldn't wait to be let go, yet a primal urge wanted me to feed the blossoming flower on my cock while the vines were milked me.

I took another gulp of the foreign nutrient into my muzzle. Being taken by the vines wasn't so bad, but as soon as my nose stopped detecting the scent of the doctor, I knew there was no way I could be content living like this on the company of vines alone. I felt pressure deep inside as my member spasmed and the spinning motions of the vine's blossom petals began to creep into the depths of my sheath. My balls tightened and my tailhole clenched around the thick vine for a good moment before my body was forced to let go and sticky seed shot from my loins to feed the petals wrapped around my cock. Nothing had made me cum harder in my life and though my senses were in a blissful disorientation, I swore the vine on my ottercock had to struggle to hold on as I fed it the very essence of myself that it had been thirsty for all of this time.

I felt the vines on my arms pull tighter before I realized Dr. Tuber was back up in the greenhouse above me, pulling me up and using one of the hedge clippers to cut away the vines, starting with the one in my muzzle. There seemed to be little to no resistance as he got me untangled. Obviously the plants had exactly what they wanted and didn't care what we did with them now that they couldn't keep us held and fed.

I grabbed for the doctor's paw but the vines holding me gave out too quickly and I slipped out of his grasp and fell down into the botanica. My body was still weak from orgasm and I was falling off center now from the cotton pillow below me. Half of my body landed safely but my left ankle snapped when I came in contact with the ground. It didn't hurt as bad as it sounded, but it was enough for me to groan in pain. Dr. Tuber quickly rushed back downstairs to pick me up and carry me out of the botanica.

"I'm so sorry, Maps. I thought I had you... how bad is it?" The look on his expression was so mortified. I could tell he was regretting getting me involved in any of this, but I would take any excuse to be close to him. Even mutated plants and broken bones.

"It might be broken." I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my nose into the nape of his neck. "I'll be alright now."

"She's grown more dangerous, Maps. This time it was for nourishment, next time she won't let us go." Dr. Tuber carried me toward his home, his arms never once buckled as he carried me. I wasn't sure if he was always this strong or if he was feeling the adrenaline from the situation still.

He was right about Venus though. All pleasure and muscles aside, things were escalating out of control. "I know, I never thought things would get this bad."

"There's no way we can salvage any part of the project anymore. We can't cut the vines without taking the risk of getting ourselves grabbed again." Dr. Tuber shook his head and looked directly into my eyes as he helped set me at the front door and knocked powerfully to alert his wife to let us in. "Today was the last meal Venus will ever get from us. Tomorrow, she dies."