What Lies Below
Inspired (loosely) by my adventures as an undergrad, here's a little tale about what happens when you go prowling around in places mankind has long since forgotten about.
Just a side story for those of you interested.
The university I went to until recently had numerous underground tunnels for pumping steam through the buildings, and they were built without any real rhyme or reason beyond "Build one in that direction!" Although they were off-limits, people still snuck in and explored them. While we never found anything like what you'll find in this little tale, we did find numerous strange places and rooms long abandoned, including a defunct nuclear reactor!
Mad science stories aside, I hope you enjoy a story of a disgruntled mole gal and what she finds deep below the ground.
Urban spelunking was a dangerous enough sport. Dead ends, collapsed tunnels, restricted areas, and flooded halls were just some of the issues one could face. There was no telling what dangers the unprepared could face, but that only seemed to increase its allure. The best plan was always to go in a group. For Ellen, that only meant extra people to worry about. She was the most senior spelunker, and most of her friends were skilled, but there were always a few newbies who were bound to cause issues. No matter what, it was always up to Ellen to keep the group in check, and that made her grumpy. Spelunking was her way of life.
Maybe it was because she was a mole, but it had more to do with her personality. Ellen, or Ell as her closer friends called her, was a stocky gal, and independent by nature and habit. Her form was athletic, but still attractive, with a trim bust and butt along with her muscles. Her brown hair matched her lighter fur quite well, and one of her large digging claws gripped a flashlight, while her well-formed face had a rather significant frown on it. The gripes of adult life were getting to her now that college was over, but she always felt she could find peace below in the quiet underground, where the concerns of the above were gone. This was generally true... until something inevitably went wrong.
One of the younger girls in the group piped up to her boyfriend. "Jared! Help me! I'm stuck!" The girl had poked herself through a few beams to try and look down a closed-off hall, only to find herself pinned in place. Her rear was on display to the group, and the beam was quite heavy, making her boyfriend both unwilling and unable to get her out. It was a nice rear.
Ell sighed and walked over, gripping the beam and lifting it up one-handed. She lifted things twice as heavy during weight training, and soon the bimbo was reunited with her jock boyfriend. Neither fit the stereotype, but that's how Ell saw them. The girl clung to him, thanking him for his efforts. Ell glared at the two of them. "Don't try something like that again. If that beam had been heavier it could have snapped you like a twig." The girl stared and finally gave up on interpreting the danger in the warning. Ell sighed and walked down the hall with the main group. Why did all the weak troublesome gals get all the guys? She blinked and waved that thought away. She didn't care much for dating. Her whole reason for being down in the depths was to get away from troublesome adult thoughts like that.
The group was deep down at this point, and Ell and the other leaders all figured they were underneath the biology department now. The campus had built numerous tunnels during its reckless years, which left many abandoned and forgotten hallways. Although it reminded Ell of her college days, she had to admit these steam tunnels were a lot more exciting than wading through a sewer. They just had to be careful for... well there it was.
Ell grabbed a hold of one of the other newbies, stopping them before they mindlessly set foot on an exposed hole. "Careful! Keep your eyes on the ground, rookie!" The hole wasn't very wide, but there was no telling how far down it went. Lack of maintenance combined with the occasional earthquake over the decades had caused numerous fissures like this one, which only made their trip even more dangerous. She kneeled down in front of the hole, letting her long claws grip the sides and look down over it. "One false move and you'd have been dead."
The guy groaned, ignoring that she saved his life. "God, Ellen. You're always so paranoid! Its always 'collapsing beam' this and 'look out for' that! Can you stop being so naggy all the time? None of us could even fit in that hole, even you!"
Ellen glared at him and stood up, standing in front of the fissure. The tall molegal stared him down, and the flashlight shining on her face made her look even more menacing. "Excuse me? I'm paranoid?! Don't you realize where we are? This is dangerous! I enjoy it too but you still have to be careful. If someone got hurt then this whole network of tunnels will be closed off. And then it's all over for what I do to get through the week!"
"Oh so this is all about you?!" The guy piped up louder, his yells echoing through the hall alongside Ellen's voice. Several others tried to moderate and separate the two... which only made the sound of plaster and cement cracking even harder to hear. It was only a matter of time before the rumbling deafened their cries.
The whole hallway rumbled and shook, and a large portion of the group immediately started to panic. Ellen tried to calm the group down as best she could, but moments later she was shorter than the guy who had started the whole argument... or rather the ground she was on was lower. She scrambled for the old tile and cement, finding it crumbling as well. The hole was suddenly twice as large, and she was dead in the center of it. Scrambling for the edges wasn't possible, and only delayed the inevitable. She finally fell off into the dark depths of the hole, just as the rumbling was calming down. Ell wasn't normally scared, but she certainly yelled out as she fell. Nothing scared her more than falling.
The numerous beams and boxes from forgotten construction and storage helped slow down her fall, although they certainly banged her up. The flashlight fell out of her reach and tumbled down on its own, while a notable beam scratched her shirt, tearing open the front from below. She would have been embarrassed, but at the moment she was grateful for not being dead... yet.
Eventually she slammed onto a large stack of cardboard boxes, ending her fall. The molegal groaned in pain, shifting off of the boxes and falling onto the ground. The flashlight landed near her, beaten up but still on and flickering. Ell shifted and tried to stand up, before finding an intense pain in her leg. She swore loudly at the result, and shifted her weight to her good leg. Her leg wasn't broken thankfully, but quite bruised, even more than the rest of her. She reached for the radio on her belt while she looked around the area she had fallen into. She didn't think the campus had even dug this far.
"Hello? Hello! Can anyone here me?" She waited in the dark and silence for a response.
"Ell? Ellen you there? Can hear you alright. You okay?" Thankfully someone she knew and trusted responded. A thin female cat with thankfully as much sense as Ellen herself.
"Nothing rest and liquor can't fix."
"How far are you?"
"Not too deep. Don't think I can climb up, and the spare rope probably isn't enough. This place looks developed. There might be a way up. I'll take a look around and keep you posted."
"Alright, we'll take a look too and let you know."
The radio clicked off and Ell sighed with relief. At least she could be grateful for the little things, like the radio and flashlight still working and her not being very dead. The flashlight illuminated the room, although its flickering implied there was very little life left in it. The halls were of a different style than the ones above, or even the campus proper. The walls were made with wood trim and support beams, an odd combination of care and careless. The words Ell would reach for while walking the hallway were 'mineshaft meets office.'
Even with the all the recent emotions and near death experience, Ell was finally in her element. This was a place she had never seen before, and the excitement of the new and unexplored helped to calm her down. Sure she didn't have a group with her, but that also meant no newbies or friends of friends who just happened to come along. Her frown finally faded, and a legitimate smile appeared on her face. She chuckled and looked at each abandoned office she passed. "You gotta admit, Ell, you need to fall down holes more often. Maybe the next one will have someone who likes nice quiet walks in... abandoned... tunnels." She paused, noticing something odd about the halls.
While the halls and steam tunnels above were vacant, with closed off areas of storage and empty unused rooms, this place looked like it had simply been deserted. The rooms weren't barred off or blocked and they didn't seem emptied of furniture or equipment. The numerous coffee mugs, half-written pages, and notes on corkboards also showed her that whomever was here hadn't expected to leave so suddenly. Numerous doors seemed broken into, and knocked over chairs and scratch marks on the floor made it seem like some people were... dragged. She wanted to explore the rooms further and learn just what had happened, but at the moment her focus was on getting out, and as her thoughts drifted to what could have made everyone leave, she wanted to leave even sooner. Maybe she really was paranoid.
As she turned the corner, she'd find something odd that really stuck out. The normal halls and office spaces led to a larger room, as big as a lecture hall. It was octagonal in shape, and lined with drywall and equipment unlike the earlier rooms. It also lacked support beams and seemed more complete than the earlier rooms. This and so many other details could have been mentioned, but Ell's eyes were on the strange plants growing in the room, and how many of them there were.
They were large, egg shaped, and shades of dark and neon green. They bulged at the bottom, giving off a pleasant scent from that region, and around their bases were bright pink leaves and petals. All around the floor were numerous vines, and she did her best not to step on them. The vines seemed to grow in specific directions, burrowing into the ground and latching onto the pipes and sinks. The strange plants were able to find food and water just fine, and the lighting in the room seemed to still be operating, although the leaves didn't seem to be pointed at the lights, implying they didn't need anything save the water and nutrients.
She walked carefully around the room, staring at the green bulbs and sniffing closely. The smell was certainly appetizing, like fruit with a subtle scent of milk and something salty. She actually stopped to smell one of them in closer detail, not noticing the movement behind her. It wasn't another earthquake, it was something slow and gentle. One of the vines shifted towards her, letting its form twist and slither closer. The large leaf-like end was familiar of a squid's arm, complete with strange grips on the end. It snaked around her injured leg, and tightened. The pain was Ell's first sign that something was wrong.
She yelled out in pain as the tendril kept its grip on her. She turned to stare and finally saw what was on her: the tendril's suckers had found an opening in her torn pants and were latched onto her fur and flesh. She shrieked again, not expecting something like this. She tried to pull the tendril off but found it firmly gripping her flesh, preventing any chance of escape. Her leg hurt to walk on, and gripping it like this only made it worse. And then suddenly, there was no pain, not even soreness.
The tendril's suction faded with the pain, and it loosened its grip before pulling off back towards one of the bulbs. Ell blinked in the silence and stared at her leg. The sores and bumps were gone, and it felt completely fine. Better than fine, it was like she hadn't fallen in the first place. Ell smirked at the strange creature, wondering if there were other side effects, but grateful at how helpful the plant had been. "Helpful little fella, aren't you? Well... thanks!" Several other tendrils appeared, this time moving to find other injured spots on her.
The other tendrils didn't wrap so tightly around her, and she didn't resist as hard this time now that they were revealed to be friendly. She continued to move around, exploring the room as the tendrils followed her with their gentle grip. She reached down for her radio and spoke into it. "Guys? Guys can you hear me? You will not believe what I found down here!" She was disappointed to be met with static. It seemed she was too deep to communicate now. Her mind quickly went back to what was going on when two of the tendrils traveled up her chest. She didn't have any injuries there.
Ell saw them and covered her breasts with the tattered shirt. "Whoa now! Those are off-limits without a drink and at least a date!" The tendrils moved with a new speed, snaking under her clothes and latching right onto her breasts. She couldn't help but moan out and tense up at the sensation. Virtually no one touched her there, and she wasn't expecting such an intense and pleasurable reaction. The leaves were wrapping their texture right around her hardening nipples, pulling on the hardening teats. The force and shock pushed her back up against one of the bulbs, and she clung to it with what strength she still had.
Another set of tendrils went for her pants, snaking in and grabbing from the inside. They tore off the fabric in a sudden movement that brought Ell out of her cloud of pleasure. She realized exactly what the tendrils were planning to do as only her panties were left keeping her pussy hidden. She raised her hands up and pulled at the tendrils, yanking them away from the bulbs and pulling them off of her at the same time. She hadn't expected there'd be so many, and just one of them had been strong enough to keep a firm grip on her leg.
They snaked around her arms and legs, restricting her more and more but she still fought back, never giving in. She didn't notice as a special tendril came from the bulb behind her. It latched onto her neck, and something warm flooded her bloodstream. What she felt was both arousing and alarming. Every nerve in her body instantly became aware of the sensations around her. The touching, the wriggling, the feeling of two tendrils clearly pulling on her nipples. It weakened her resolve even more, and the second side effect was the nail in the coffin. She found her strength leaving her as all the muscle power she had prided herself in faded away. Her body felt heavy and sensitive, and with that she was putty in the tendrils' grips.
They slowly rotated her around, letting her face the bulb that had drugged her. The tendrils in her pants finally got their prize as her panties were torn to shreds. A soft "No..." escaped her lips as she felt something warm and wet run up against her clit. She struggled and whimpered at the sensation, but all that amounted to were the slightest shivers and movements. The length of tendril, which now looked far more phallic shaped, pushed past her folds and clit and penetrated her waiting pussy, causing an intense moan to leave her lips. She was far from a virgin, but the lack of recent boyfriend kept her relationships entirely mechanical. She also hadn't expected the appendage of a plant to be so... endowed.
It shook her form as the tendril violently moved back and forth inside of her, keeping her subdued and her moans loud and unstoppable. The other tendril moved to her rear, quickly forcing its way inside but not yet penetrating. The pain helped alert Ellen a little again, but not enough to resist the tendrils, only enough to focus on the anal tendril slicking itself up before delicately using her in a way no one had before. Delicate was on odd word for her mind to use, but as far as she could tell nothing happening to her was... unpleasant. She needed to resist and fight back, shouldn't she? It felt good, but she knew full well to get out while she could... if she could.
A seam formed along the bulb, showing that it could open up like its petals into eight sections. Underneath were even more layers, until finally something was visible behind all the layers. A butt. More specifically the ass of a female wolf who seemed to be quite well encased in the numerous tendrils and bright pink layers inside the egg-shaped plant bulb. Thick tendrils were buried in her holes, even larger than the one's in Ellen, and a single thrust of a tendril caused her rear to wiggle and shake and her tail to move, showing she was still clearly alive. Her eyes opened wide and her struggling continued again. Was that her fate? Where had this girl come from? And... how long had she been here?
The bulb twitched and pulsed, opening up more and freeing the girl. Her body was lifted out and she was slowly uprighted, revealing what had truly been done to her. The thick tendrils were embedded in each hole, and large tendrils had attached themselves to her breasts. Her breasts, Ell realized, were the largest pair she'd seen, and she'd met a lot of busty girls in her college days. They couldn't be natural, could they? Her face seemed lost in the pleasure of what was happening to her, and her mouth happily wrapped around another phallic shaped tendril. She was an older gal compared to Ellen, more mature in shape and appearance. Ell almost didn't notice a strange yellow tendril slipping out of the bulb.
The oral tendril pulled away and all she could say was a breathless "Ah...Ah...Ah..." Ell was shocked at the sight of the mature woman willingly sucking on the yellow tendril as it slipped into her mouth. Thick bulges on the tendril showed it pumping liquid into her mouth, which she swallowed loudly but with little issue. Her stomach expanded out, and a strange warm glow seemed to come from her. Slowly her form changed, causing her wrinkles and mature features to fade. A new luster came in her grey wolf fur, and her breasts and rear firmed themselves up. Within seconds she lost several decades, until she looked to be Ellen's age, while still retaining the exaggerated features. The woman seemed to regain herself a little, staring at Ellen with lust-filled eyes as the tendril pulled out of her mouth. "Incredible... isn't it? You wouldn't believe how it feels..."
Ellen stared, taking some time to finally speak. "What... what happened to you?" A moan dotted her question. It seemed the tendrils were starting to work her again, and after she'd finally recovered a little too.
The woman grinned. "Nothing really... just... fell in... we grew... these plants... for medicine." She licked at the yellow tendril in a sensual kiss before continuing. "... They cure... everything... even old age. We were going to... use them to... cure the world... but we got greedy..." She moaned out herself at a firm thrust. Something was visibly stirring in her belly. "We tried... to make them bigger... make more cure... heh... look at us now."
Ell stared at her. "When did you... when did you get captured?" She stared as the tendril in the woman's pussy had come out. The tendril moved to stimulate her clit, keeping her pleasured.
The woman had a dazed, carefree expression on her, like the answer wasn't really significant. "Well... I remember someone... landing on the moon... something about... small steps..." She grinned weakly. "You'll find you really don't... care much about that stuff when... they feed you... eternal pleasure... that's what we've been gifted with. So go on... have a taste... I guess they have something special for you..."
A tendril snaked around the back of Ell's neck and led her forward against her will. She struggled at the sensation, but within seconds her mouth was pressed up against the wolfgal's clit. The woman moaned out at the stimulation and Ell couldn't help but be surprised. She wasn't exactly a big fan of girls, but it didn't seem she had a choice in the matter. The tendril in her rear seemed to thicken up, punishing her if she didn't start. The wolf grinned and moaned. "Be a good girl now... the... plants don't like when you don't do a good job... they like to punish."
Ell's eyes grew wide and she started to lick a bit more energetically. If what they were doing to her right now was normal she didn't want to see what a punishment was like! It was awkward to do this to a girl, as she hadn't had much experience, but the wolf's moans implied she was doing a good job. She felt the wriggling in the woman's womb speed up, and a tentacle slipped out of the wolf's pussy! It wormed its way into Ell's mouth and travelled down. She stared in horror as she was stuck in this position. Something was being pumped into her mouth, and she had no way to resist. The tendril itself wasn't a normal one. It was much smaller, and disconnected from the main mass of tendrils. She gulped it and the liquid down, until all signs of the tendril were gone. She gave out a loud "Yuck!" at the act. Deep down though, she had to admit it was a good taste, like the smell from before... it was sweet.
She was pulled back in the tendrils' grip, disturbed by how used she was to the feeling of being treated like an object. She could feel the tendril snaking its way through her, claiming her very insides for the plants. The liquid hit her soon enough, and she shrieked out at the sensation. Her breasts warmed up with new pleasure, amplified by the tendrils that had been patiently tending to her nipples. They were due for their reward soon. The sensation increased more and more, sparking through her like a lightning bolt. Her body cringed and shook and finally the prize of the tendril's came out of her breasts: milk.
Her body produced it at an alarming rate, with the tendrils doing their best to lap up the liquid and pump it away. Even at their rate of consumption liquid poured down her chest, staining the remains of her clothing. The wolf licked her lips at the sight, and was soon rewarded by a tendril filled with Ellen's milk. The girl hungrily drank it down, and was soon being covered in tendrils again, all claiming parts of her for themselves. The tendril pulled out of her mouth for just a moment to let her speak. "You make delicious milk, dear. Your plant will be quite the lucky one. As for me... it's... ahh... it's time for me to go back in. See you in a few years dear..." The woman was soon pulled down into the plant bulb again, smiling as her mouth was led to a large tendril at the base. She wrapped her lips around it just as the petals of the bulb pulled back in. Moments later she was nothing but a part of the plant again, her rear sticking out to remind Ell of her fate. A tendril even went and slapped the wolf's rear, making it jiggle and shake.
Fear of what was really going to happen started to settle in Ellen's mind. These things wanted to keep her, and not just keep her for a while, but forever. The drug would make sure of that. She'd never escape... and maybe in the end she wouldn't want to. The tendrils resumed their intense stimulations again, taking her thoughts away from her fate. Her breasts still leaked milk and sent ripples of pleasure through her, and as the tendrils drank more milk from her all she could think about was the pleasure. It was true sensory overload. She moaned out again, this time a giggle just making it past her lips. She couldn't hold it back anymore. The tendrils pleasuring her holes combined with the ones on her breasts and the drug were a winning combination. Within moments she released harder than she ever had before.
The molegal's body froze and her sizeable muscles seized up through the climax. The tendril pleasuring her pussy seemed to focus right on the spot that had drove her over the edge, making the notable climax hit harder and last longer. As she came down from the climax she felt the tendrils inside of her pulling out. She frowned at the sudden lack of stimulation, and then grew angry at herself. Focus Ell. You give in and you'll end up like that wolf. Your friends will find you... eventually.
She shrieked out in shock as the tendril inside of her made itself known again, coming out of her rear and snaking right into her womb. It was thicker coming out than it had been going in originally, and she could feel a thick bulge travelling along it. It wasn't like the others, where the goal was to pleasure and subdue her. She could feel the bulge pushing into her and being embedded deep in her. The tendril was there to plant something, and what it planted was clearly egg-shaped.
The tendril fell out of her after that, its body dead and its purpose fulfilled. The tendrils from before returned to her, claiming her ass and pussy once again. They seemed to move with more vigor and bulk, as if she was being rewarded for her compliance. She moaned out again, but there was anger in her voice. She needed to fight back, at least a little, and if she didn't have her strength she still had her mouth. "Let go of me! You can't keep me here forever!" A yellow tendril slipped towards her mouth and pushed in, surprising her again. The plants were angry at her outburst. They were going to make a point. They owned her now.
The yellow tendril plunged in and thickened up inside of her mouth, silencing her completely, although her screams could still be weakly heard through her nose. Thick bulges of the same liquid fed to the wolf moved to her mouth. It seemed every bulb was donating some of their precious liquid to flood her with the drug. As the liquid plunged into her mouth, flowing over her tongue, she struggled again to move. The taste was similar to before, sweet and delicious. She had to admit that if it were a drink she wouldn't hesitate to have some. Moments later she found her strength leaving her, just like earlier.
The liquid spilled deep into her, filling up her stomach and causing her belly to expand out. Her mouth was turned upward, letting a tendril wrap around her neck and keeping her head in place. They were going to prevent any movement now, now that something was changing within her. She could feel the change hitting her like a landslide. Rear growing out and becoming more toned. Breasts growing even more, increasing productivity. Her muscles faded under curves and soft flesh, giving her a much more approachable look. She groaned silently, finding discomfort in the sensation, due to it being the ultimate loss of her strength. Not that she'd need it anymore it seemed.
The tendril in her pussy pumped some of the precious liquid there too, filling her up more and feeding... something in her. She could feel the egg from before growing larger, feeding on the liquids being pumped into her. Maternal sense of the strangest kind assaulted her mind, as she started to feel a strange... concern for the egg. Eventually it was large enough that her whole body seemed shaped by it and the bulge of liquid in her stomach. And that's when it decided it was time to be born.
The egg moved and shifted, finding its way out of her with its own movements and... tendrils. The egg slipped itself out of her, spreading her wide and causing another silent moan from her. The tendril silenced her completely and the drugs helped dull all pain away. She could feel the egg fall out of her and land on the ground with a wet thud. She was slowly rotated down and allowed to look at her 'child'. It was far from an egg. It was exactly what she hoped it hadn't been. It was a brand new bulb, growing larger and larger by the second. Fresh new tendrils came off of it, and reached up for her. The milking tendrils pulled away, and her breasts were given to the new bulb to feed off of. Ell hated how the few seconds where she wasn't being milked felt uncomfortable... and empty.
As the tendril fed more and more from the milk inside of her, it grew visibly larger, bulking itself up to the size of the other bulbs. It seemed even larger to Ell, either from the potency of her milk or just how much she was producing. Maybe it was growing to accommodate her size, but she had a feeling the plants would make her fit no matter what. The bulb slowly opened up and inside was the same type of tendril the wolf girl had sucked on. It twitched and pulsed, waiting for Ellen. The feeding tendril pulled out of her mouth, getting out of the way for her true feeding tendril below. That was her fate if she didn't fight back.
She struggled and yelled a bit more, although her strength was well gone and the tendrils had a vice-like grip on her. Her attempts at resistance were met with punishment, as the flat leaf-like tendrils appeared and slapped at her rear again and again. She squeaked out a cry of pain, but the tendrils weren't going to stop anytime soon. The tendrils slapped against her rear again and again, leaving large welts behind her grey-brown fur, slapping her rear until she couldn't handle the pain anymore. She cried out loudly the first chance she had until finally speaking, begging even, for mercy. "Please... please stop... I'll do... I'll do anything."
The tendrils tightened around her, squeezing the air out of her and causing the liquid pumped into her to leak out. The tattered remains of her clothes fell to the ground around the bulb and disappearing amidst numerous fresh vines. The bulb was now fully grown, clearly larger than the other bulbs, giving it a more menacing and dominating look. She was pulled closer to it, letting her breathe in the thick scent. It smelled fantastic, the smells from before but even stronger, which toyed with her senses even more.
The thought that flooded her mind was 'Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.' It wasn't like she had any real choice in the matter, so she may as well learn to like it. Resisting only seemed to be met with punishment, and at that point she was too afraid of further abuse to continue putting up a fight. Maybe if she just waited, and did what she was told to... someone would come eventually and find her. A twinge of doubt went through her mind, as she realized she was the person who eventually came and found the wolfgirl, and her fate hadn't changed in the slightest.
That was the last snap in Ellen's mind as her thoughts gave way to one's far more... simple in nature. She opened her mouth, hungry for more of the liquid, and knowing just where it was. She was lowered down into the maw of the bulb, letting her mouth go right around the thick phallus inside. It swelled up in her mouth, locking in place, while warm inner petals wrapped around her face. The petals provided more of the intoxicating scent, along with fresh air. She even started to see bright lights in the glowing petals covering her eyes, stimulating her eyes and disorienting her thoughts even more. The bulbs were good at what they did, that much was certain.
More petals wrapped up around her, enveloping her in more and more layers of protection and care. Dedicated tendrils slipped through the layers, trading places with the tendrils from outside the bulb. She hated the feeling of not being milked now. It made her feel so empty and... useless. Up above she never fit in, and always had to deal with the stupid and incompetent. Now she had a purpose, a use, and she would fulfill it for her plant master. Not to mention it felt incredible. This was beyond anything she had experienced in the past, and as the bulb completely sealed up her thoughts could best be described as "..."
The bulb left her ass sticking out, showing it off and practically bragging to the other bulbs about the quality of its new prize. The bulb that owned the wolfgirl seemed to wiggle in agreement, proud of its offspring. The tendril's in Ellen's ass and pussy were pulled out, replaced with much larger and more permanent tendrils, designed to stuff her full of the bulb's seed and liquids for storage, as well as keeping her plump and full for its own amusement. She wiggled in response as the tendrils, equally thick and bulbous, pushed in at the same time. The wiggling was met with a few slaps of the leaf tendrils, silencing any remaining resistance. Eventually the wiggling died down, and all that was left was a silent, happy, molegirl.
The remains of her gear and tools lay on the ground, carefully picked up by a few of the bulbs. They wanted to see what they could do with these strange new toys, far more interesting than the trinkets they had played with and broken in the past. The tendrils pulled away from a strange black box as noise came from it. Was it another prey?
"Ell? We found a way down. Lots of weird plants down here, but otherwise it's really cool! Is this where you are? Ell? Hello?"
The voice was echoed from a hallway, the one opposite the path Ellen had come from. From it came several people, including but not limited to a thin feline woman, several other males and females, and plenty of new sources of seed, entertainment, and breeding for the plants. It had been decades since they had last swarmed numerous new prizes, but they hadn't lost their touch. The tendrils moved silently below and above them, and at their most vulnerable they struck.
Weeks later the police would give up looking for the group that disappeared, lost in the forbidden tunnels of the college. They were presumed dead and the investigation a pointless endeavor. The president of the campus, understanding the real reason for their disappearance, was successful in completely sealing the lower tunnels of the buildings for good, blocking off the plants from above save for the most daring and secretive of urban spelunkers... like Ellen.
As for the molegirl and her friends, they didn't care much about things like that anymore. Their minds were broken, and with the addition of enough suitable males to the plant hive, their efforts to breed could move ahead rapidly. The bimbo that Ellen had helped was now suitably pregnant by her boyfriend-turned-mate, and Ellen herself was even with child, although no one was really sure who donated the seed. It didn't matter anymore. She was just a part of the hive now, simply waiting for her plant master to use her more just like it wanted. She didn't need the world above now, she had found her Paradise in what lies below.