Potion Cat: Witch Writhing Beneath Vines

Story by ReynartWrites on SoFurry

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Layne finds herself in trouble with a rare plant, but at least she finds herself a new friend :D.

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Boxes, bags and pouches of all sizes were stacked and scattered in a small storage room. A coal furred feline sporting a black long sleeved dress bent underneath a shelf, tail raised high and flicking from side to side at the tip in an annoyed tick, "Where...I can't have run out already?" came the disgruntled feline's feminine voice. Layne pulled her head from underneath the bottom shelf with a sigh, the digits of her paw tapping upon the wood, her other paw retrieving her steeple hat from underneath the shelf to dust it off before planting it on her head. She had run out of an important ingredient that she used nearly daily, manashrooms. Those little fungi were used to store magic, and among many uses were helpful in keeping powerful brews from blowing up in her face. Plenty of her most common recipes required them, unfortunately buying them straight from the market would mean paying the crazed crown's price. Luckily Layne had a little secret operation beneath the earth where she cultivated her own little illegal garden, however, last time she was under there she had an interesting conversation and interaction with her flowering guardian. She'd have to be prepared to keep him entertained while harvesting her mushrooms, and careful he wouldn't take advantage of her upturned tail. Still, even the worst anal lashing was better than having to pay far too much for a simple mushroom. Standing up straight she stretched and left the little storage room to grab a basket, she'd make a few trips since there wasn't a point in rushing, after all, her guardian wasn't so bad if a bit too affectionate at times and she did need a lot. Humming to herself she locked her shop and headed out into the woods to find the cave leading to her little farm. At the mouth of the cave she found herself pausing for a moment, nearly stumbling as the ground shook violently, rocks chipping off from the cave's entrance. Her blue eyes widened a bit before she narrowed them, focusing on the cave and wondering what had just caused that commotion, normally earthquakes were uncommon. Along with it being unnatural, Layne didn't believe that anything underneath the ground could cause such a disturbance, unless something had happened to her guardian. With a sigh she prepared for the worst and stepped into the cave, blue light around her wrists glowing to illuminate the way, a puffball of blue flame appearing at the tip of her hat.

The cave had been at one point used by someone or something as a sort of mine and home, but had long since abandoned, leaving several tunnels with strange burrows here and there that led to virtually anywhere in the nearby region. At some point she had wanted to explore every single path and tunnel to see where they led, but some of those paths were far more dangerous than necessary and so she decided to simply stick with what she knew. Layne had memorized and marked a set path for herself with beads pressed and hidden into the rocky walls. As she felt over each spot the beads flashed the same blue upon her wrists, reminding her that she was on the correct path. When she came back she would hide them again simply enough, but for now she would keep them up just in case she needed to make a hasty retreat. Every so often as she made her way through the tunnels, the earth would churn and rumble around her, the sound of cracking stone coming from deep within. She grew increasingly suspicious as she made her way deeper into the tunnels and near the center antechamber that she had used to plant her precious stock. Typically she would see juvenile manashrooms growing against the walls, leading her deeper into the cave, and yet instead a sort of moss covered both the walls and floor. Placing a foot upon it she shivered, it felt oddly cold and slippery, she'd have to be careful not to fall flat on her rear.

Carefully and somewhat concerned she made her way into the grand antechamber, her eyes growing wide as she saw a massive cluster of large grassy bulbs at the center where her guardian used to be. Stranger still was the fact that these bulbs were everywhere, pale lights floating just above the odd plants illuminating the cave. Not only was the center infested, but the walls stretching up to the cave ceiling were covered in those giant bulbs. Nowhere did she see her friendly plant guardian, nor did she feel his presence, a sure sign that he had been replaced by this thing. As she stepped back she turned to see her escape being shut by vines that shot from the lichen that coiled together to form an undulating wall.. Feeling the blood empty from her cheeks she turned to see a rising mass of those bulbs upon writhing tendrils approach her. The bulbs then opened revealing strangely shaped white tongues, the cluster glowing purple here and there as it began to began to speak from from one massive bulb, "Welcome...You're the one who planted all those manashrooms right? And the big guy that we used to be huh?"

Layne nodded slowly, backing away until her tail hit the vines that blocked her way out. Again the bulb spoke, some of the other bulbs chiming in with the same voice ringing out at the same time, "Then we have you to thank for making us what we are! Most think of us as weeds, but not only are those people rude and deserving of a fat flogging, I'm sure we'll get along well...Thanks to all the magic in those mushrooms we were able to grow, but there are so many other ways for us to reproduce...Wouldn't that be nice for you and I, that is us, to get together and make children?"

Layne shuddered. Spittleweed. The white bulbous tongues had clued her in on it, but she didn't think about it until that thing had told her of the magic it consumed. Spittleweed consume all mana around them and use it to reproduce, growing like a wildfire until they snuff out all other plant life. They are a nightmare for anyone trying to grow any plant life whatsoever, magic or not. They're pests and worst of all, this one had consumed enough to talk in full sentences which was a rarity among the species. She had always assumed that her plant guardian would never have succumb to the risk of corruption innate in combining magic and plant life, but here she was backing away in fear and trying not to look too frightened. Their other way of reproducing wasn't something she was looking to experience and so she brought her hand up and yelled out, "No thank you!" The surge of emotion pushed a lance of white hot flame from the palm of her paw and directly into the cluster, cutting down many of the plants, slagging the ends that were burnt, and setting the rest of the cluster on fire. Collectively the bulbs hissed and writhed in pain and terror, but the surviving many spat upon the flames with a strange sap that coated and brought the flames under control.

Every single bulb in the room hissed, turning to the feline as vines rushed violently at Layne who cut them down with crescents of solidified magic that cracked upon impact with the stone before suddenly her legs were pulled from under her by the ankles. She yelped and was brought up high above the ground by her ankles, her hat falling into the mass of writhing tendrils below. She tried to summon magic against to take a shot at their collective idiot faces, but even the glow around her wrists began to fade. Layne then shuddered as she felt the mana being drawn from her body, the creature's hissing turning into a delighted and haughty purr, "Ohhhhh....You might be rude, but you certainly are a fount of magic dear...We'll be able to grow very nicely with this...Now...I have a curiosity."

Hanging upside down her dress fell, a vine coiling through her panties, "Hey! You can't just--YEOW!" A loud snap sounded off as the vine yanked until Layne's underwear popped off revealing her cock and balls to the damp cave air. Layne's tail for a moment covered her exposed genitals before suddenly being forced aside by another writhing vine. She scowled and squirmed in the hold of the foul living weed, but couldn't find the strength to break free. Even as she squirmed about the creature began mouthing off with a pleased hum, "Goodness me! A beautiful boy dressed as a delectable girl...Now...I suppose that is rude of me to say...Point being that you can produce seed, and you have a nice plump rear to use. Mmmm wonderful."

Layne yelped as her dress was torn from her body by powerful tendrils, one vine moving to feel over her limp cock, the creature sighing while Layne bemoaned the loss of her dress, "You won't get hard for me naturally will you hm? No matter...You'll enjoy this eventually." The vine near her cock parted at the tip to reveal a fleshy hole that grabbed onto her cock, suckling and trying to milk her. At first Layne huffed and refused to harden, to even acknowledge it, the slick insides of the vine not enough to make her erect, but as it began to pull and tug at her flaccid cock she found it difficult to resist. Thinking of anything to get rid of the thought of pleasure helped enough and she huffed again, her cock remaining flaccid and stubborn. Suddenly one of those bulbs appeared right by her face it's maw opening, white tongue forcing itself into her mouth. Her eyes widened and she felt some thick liquid spurt into her mouth from the tip of the bulbous thing, a thick and sweet substance that melted away as soon as it touched her tongue. Before she could bite the bulbous piece that seemed more like a slippery cock, it pulled away allowing her to hiss, but only for a moment as suddenly her head swooned and her body felt as if it had been lit on fire. The reaction was almost immediate, her cock growing fully hard in that strange hole the plant was using to milk her. She groaned out, her hips working on their own as she cursed the creature quietly, "Now now, I just need your seed to fertilize our eggs...That way we can all be a happy family. I'd prefer to keep you instead of draining you of all of your life...Wouldn't that be better? Just you and us here among the caves? Growing and infecting the world together, wonderful isn't it?"

Layne tried to give the creature a piece of her mind, but instead it came out as a mewling moan, her toes curling as the creature began to feel all around her body with those strange vines that coiled and press into every facet of her body, "Let you go? I would never let go of my precious creator. Rest assured that we'll be taking care of you...And once you give us your seed, you'll be making children even more powerful than we are! Isn't it great?"

Again she tried to speak out against the creature, this time managing to shudder out the words, "I'll burn you one day when you're not paying attention you overgrown weed!"

Layne yelped then as her rear was smacked firmly by a thick vine, each of her cheeks assaulted by lashing tendrils, "Naughty naughty! I am a beautiful flower, a magnificent creature, the ultimate in plant life, and you will treat me as such, besides...I am your hus-...Hm, wife? No no. I am your spouse now after all so please do treat me as such." And then the entire room erupted in an eerie whisper, "Love us dearest witch, be ours."

In between the sounds of her rear being slapped into oblivion, Layne called out in a broken tone, "N-No!" Her answer only brought the writhing tendrils to slap upon her rear more swiftly until a bit of pink could be seen through the black fur. When all of the pain stopped, Layne still had to contend with the immense pleasure of her cock being milked by that hole that seemed to grip upon her at all ends, but the assault on her rear had only paused for just a bit. A thick vine entered her rear, squirming and stretching her wide, her toes curling and her eyes growing wide as she felt her orgasm coming on soon from the sensation of warm insides and her rear being ploughed so firmly by a fat vine. The plant seemed to sense this as it began to pull at her cock harder, the tube tightening around her cock until she let out a gasp, all of her cum spilling out into the plant's pussy like vine, the entire plant glowing as Layne's seed traveled through it, "Yessssssss." It seemed to purr as it finally received Layne's seed. At the same time Layne squirmed, trying to get away still, but it was impossible. Her body had been weakened before and now with what she had been forced to drink she was experiencing an intense pleasure which she couldn't shake off. As she became limp in the creature's hold, she could only hope that someone would come investigate the tremors and follow her little path of beads. For now she prepared to become a hatchery for the spittleweed.

The caverns rumbled as the corrupted plant processed the feline's seed. Its bulbs all humming and purring in pleasure, Layne unable to do a thing but hang there by the grasp of the creature's vines. The constant rumbling of the caves traveling to the surface attracted a curious wanderer. An avian sort stood tall wearing a grey poncho, white feathers tipped black and a blue crest. Though he was short he had sharp eyes and strong legs with sharp talons that dug into the ground where he stood. He had no arms, but brought his wings up as the rumbling turned violent, a sudden gust bringing him up just above the ground to hover there. Sirro wasn't sure what was happening down there, but he was curious enough to wander inside. Perhaps he'd find the source of the quakes, and put a stop to it. After all, he'd rather not have whatever was under there coming out to disrupt the peace, his family wouldn't like that at all. Before entering the cave he outstretched his wing, a wisp of light forming from the tip of one of his long feathers just as he began to make his way inside.

For a moment Layne had blacked out, perhaps from the awkward position of being held upside down for so long, or from the strange sap she had been fed. Bringing herself up onto her knees she noticed she was back on the rocky floor covered in moss. She gasped and backed away as she noticed a bulb just in front of her with its maw open, white bulbous flesh hanging out. With a grunt her back hit a cluster of vines and though she tried her best to stand, she found herself far too weak still to make a stand against the creature. More of those bulbs appeared in the makeshift coil that the plant had made, her eyes growing wide as they began to whisper in an almost drunk tone, "We've taken so much of your seed...It has been enough for us to produce so many eggs...So please, please take them all and bear our children." As the coil of vines around her closed in she tried to summon any power at all to combat the creature, but could do nothing but watch as tendrils coiled around her body, holding her in place, vines at her ankles spreading her legs wide, bulbs approaching her and splitting open to drag their white tongues against her body. She shivered, their tongues feeling strangely warm and wet. The vine that had milked her returned to open and suckle upon her cock, her feline member unable to resist the pull. At the same time her lips were forced open by one of the many tongues, her eyes growing half lidded and hazy as she felt warm sticky liquid splash against her tongue and melt, warmth filling her entire body. One of those bulbous tongues made its way to her rear, twitching and pressing against her puckered hole until it could finally push inside. She made a muffled gasp, her eyes growing wide for a moment, surprised that the slippery thing had pushed in so easily. With the bulb's maw wide against her rear, it pushed against her, the bulbous tongue inside of her pushing in further and further. Vines curled around her entire body, between the digits of her paws and feet, writhing and shivering against her as the bulbs not busy violating her spoke, "Won't it be precious? For you to take all of my eggs, every single day? Of course I'll let you rest...And I'll feed you too, and we'll be so happy together just like this my dearest kitty."

Layne could say nothing with the bulbous flesh in her mouth constantly dripping out that fluid that her mind in a haze. She could only let out muffled moans and squeaks as the ovipositor in her rear pushed deeper and deeper, seemingly without end before it slowly pulled out only to push in firmly. That thick thing inside of her throbbed and twisted, stretching her insides and slipping around every so often to touch her in every right way. At the same time her own cock twitched inside of the warm insides of the vine, unable to resist the constant pulling and tugging. As the bulbous thing in her rear pushed up against her she shut her eyes tight, squirming as she felt her cock betray her and again let out all of her seed for the creature to drain and shudder. Again she heard the bulbs collectively purr as they stole her seed and used it to produce more eggs. At the same time the ovipositor in her rear began driving in faster, desperately, the fat piece inside of her leaking a bit of something far too hot for her to handle. Her toes curled around the vines the grasped her feet, her entire body shuddering as suddenly she felt that bulbous flesh thicken and grow, ovular shapes pushed out into her rear one by one and pushed further up inside of her rear. It was then that the creature pulled one of its bulbs away from her mouth, that one spraying thick white liquid across her face and tongue as it taunted her, "Here...You like facials right? I figured you might want a bit of your own cum back...Since you've given me so much hee hee."

Even under the poison of the creature, she wished she could ball up one of her paws and give it a good beating on the chin, wherever its chin was, but all she could do was lie there in its grasp. She could even feel the fact that it wasn't holding onto her tight, that it was basically cradling her rather than restraining her, and yet she could not do a single thing, and the eggs, the eggs constantly filling her rear were driving her insane. Unable to hold her voice she groaned out, whimpering and mewling pathetically, her legs shaking as she received what she hoped was the final eggs of the creature holding her.

Thankfully Layne had been correct. The creature lowered her to the ground and caressed her cheek with loving tendrils as it whispered to her ear while pulling out, "What a lovely kitten. I'm so happy to have met you Layne. So happy to have taken you for my own...Normally I take many hosts...But how could I with such a precious spouse like yourself. We'll be together for a loooong time." Her sensations were shot, her mind and body betraying her in various ways, and yet it was all coming back to her, how truly sore she was, and at the back of the pain lie a shameful pleasure she wished she could erase and she wasn't sure if it was the poison still influencing her, or if she truly had enjoyed part of that, part of being ruined and taken advantage of by some corrupted plant. Either way, she knew that she would rather shut it up permanently than listen to it for an eternity.

Layne huffed, her little chest rising as she attempted to sit up and respond to the creature, but just then a spear made of something crystalline lodged itself inside the creature's bulb that had been speaking to her. The entire cluster of bulbs and vines hissed and cursed aloud, turning towards the source of the spear. Sirro flew upon conjured wind in the anti chamber, a regular army of spears floating around him. The creature hissed and all at once the vines rushed into the air to grab the avian threat, but to no avail. The rain of conjured spears pierced both vine and bulb together driving it back, but not killing it. One of the many conjured spears landed next to Layne, her eyes growing wide as she grabbed onto it, absorbing the spear into her own power. She groaned as she sat up, her mind and body still weak from that poison, but she had enough, enough to get back at that stupid spittleweed, and so she grasped upon one of the many vines and dug her claws into it, hissing as fire traveled from her claws and into the vines setting the plant's insides ablaze like a lit fuse. The avian then swooped in to heft Layne up with its talons, Layne wincing as she felt them dig in, but not caring as she was carried off to the safety of the entrance to the antechamber where both of them watch the writhing parasite try to fight off the fire that burned from within and rid itself of the spears embedded inside.

Layne sat against the wall with a shaky sigh, looking up with some amount of embarrassment to the avian that saved her, "Uh...Thanks..."

Sirro gave the feline a sideways glance, raising a brow and smiling just a bit, "Name's Sirro, and you can thank me by telling me your story, we even have a campfire behind us." he said while gesturing towards the burning spittleweed in the antechamber.

Layne sighed and was glad when the avian turned away to allow her to push those filthy eggs out from her rear. Never had she experienced such an embarrassment, worse yet with a cute boy seeing her in such a state, and so she told Sirro her name, her situation, why she was down there, and so much more since she figured that she owed the avian a great deal, "...If it weren't for you Sirro I think I would have ended up as a permanent addition to that parasite."

Sirro brought a wing to his chin, his eyes shut as he thought of every little thing Layne the potion maker said. He had heard about the witch, but never had expected to meet her in such a situation, "Hm, it isn't a problem. My brothers and sisters among the Kes were getting curious as to why all of the woods were rumbling, now, you say illegal manashroom farming?"

Begrudgingly Layne nodded, "Yeah, not my brightest idea, and well, I can't really stop you from turning me in can I now?" Normally she would have tried some sort of seduction, but she was just far too tired.

Sirro shook his head and chuckled, "Why would I do that? I live in the deepwoods for a reason. Most Kes do to get away from any rules or regulation. You just had a bit of a farming accident, much like sometimes I have accidents on the road when carrying goods...Goods of all kinds."

Layne raised a brow, "Goods without tax?"

Sirro gave a birdish version of a grin and crossed his wings, "Damn straight! I give the finest prices for my family's trade goods. You should meet them sometime. I'm sure they'd love you...Once you know, you're fully clothed." At the same time his eyes glanced towards Layne's body, looking her up and down very briefly before returning to looking away.

Layne giggled, his glances not escaping her, "I'm certain they'd love me without the clothes as much as your eyes do dear."

Sirro turned his head away again, his feathers frilling a bit, "Hm, you're naked, I only glanced a couple of times...Anyway, we should get out of here. You live nearby?"

Layne nodded, "Yeah, we just have to follow the beads and it'll be a short walk from there. Just um...You wouldn't happen to have an extra poncho or something in that satchel of yours would you?"

Sirro shook his head and Layne sighed rubbing at the back of her head, "Terrific...Well, not like I haven't walked home naked before. Whether it be from the woods, or from the locale village. Just means people get a good show." She said while swinging her hips, unfortunately the sudden movement had her stumbling and her head swimming, "Okay...I uh, still don't feel too good. Mind if I lean on you."

Sirro stepped close to Layne allowing her to lean against him. Though they had met in an odd way, Layne hoped to see more of Sirro, not just for a business proposition, but for the fact that he seemed like a nice fellow, and that magic of his was terrific. She had never seen such a use of wind magic. She wondered if all Kes were as gifted, but to ask such a thing would've felt a bit rude. Either way she was glad to leave those caves behind, and the shattered shells of the spittleweed eggs that had violated her.