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Greenhouse 2 was still and quiet. Floral perfume filled the air and all the usual plants had their lures and sensory tendrils out looking for prey. Dain knew the garden path was planned with care to allow visitors to view the plants without the plants eating them. So it was easy enough to weave through the various plants and trees as he worked his way deeper into the greenhouse.

Bob, the plant the stallion wanted to visit, was near the center of the greenhouse and was laying out in his flower stage, petals fully open and laying mostly on the ground around him. A single thick tentacle standing upright, acting as the stem of the flower. Bob's sweet scent called to Dain, and as he drew closer it grew thick and overpowered the other floral scents concentrated in the greenhouse. Dain knew was something more than just bait to him, it was also a greeting. Knowing he had been recognized and invited had the unicorn's sheath growing warm and his belt grew even tighter.

Stopping just short of Bob's reach, he started to undress. He once again was thankful for the presence of mind to unbutton his shirt before the arrogant zebra went down the hatch. Next came the zipper and button on his trousers, though Dain waited until that was done before releasing the tension on his belt. The load of tasty zebra turned a little when the internal confines of Dain's tummy allowed. "Oooffff.... Any bigger and I wouldn't have been able to walk."

Bob seemed to hear Dain, reacting to him by sending a slender tendril towards him tentatively.

"Yes my friend, I need your help again. Let me finish with my clothes for you." Dain said in answer to the tendril's unspoken but obvious question.

Bob answered the unicorn, the tendril curled upwards similar to a cobra, but was content to wait patiently while Dain gathered his clothes and folded them neatly into a pile near Bob's fully open petals. Several more tentacles and tendrils rose up from Bob's hidden root ball, clearly anticipating what was to come.

Dain reached out to the waiting thin tendril, crooking a finger around it and gently pulled it closer to his muzzle. In reaction, four of Bob's five great flower petals started to close up, leaving the one facing Dain down, and forming a nook that looked like an inviting place to rest, even a coil of tentacle formed a stool of sorts to sit on. Tentacles and thinner tendrils reached out to Dain who didn't shy away or resist. Bob didn't expect the unicorn to ether, so they didn't try to capture and grab, but merely embraced the stallion in welcome.

Taking a gentle step on the petal, Dain moved to where he was invited to sit, as the tentacles and tendrils supported and closed around him as the fifth petal closed the bulb. Two midsized tendrils snaked their way to the unicorn's nostrils and after a twitch and a sneeze from Dain, pressed into the unicorn's nasal ways before expanding a ball at their tip offering Dain a means to keep breathing while the plant worked its magic on him. Bob didn't give this kindness to everyone, usually preferring to slowly let the air grow stale within the bulb until his meal succumbed. Dain appreciated the gesture even if his natural instincts made accepting the gift difficult.

Dain, reached for, then found the tentacle that would soon go seeking his muzzle, and stroked it gently between his hands before opening his muzzle and guiding it in, and trying not to gag or wretch too much. Bob could sense these efforts the stallion made for him. Bob rewarded this consideration with patience and care of his own.

Bob wasn't completely content to just wait for the unicorn though, a large pseudopod tentacle slid up from the root ball and coiled around Dain's leg before finding and caressing his dangling cock. While it wasn't completely erect yet, it was fully out and thick, and the pseudopod quickly took the meaty shaft into its toothless maw and started suckling gently at first. Other tendrils coiled around the stallion's balls and tail base, pulling the latter out of the way gently as another thicker pseudopod moved to penetrate the unicorn stallion's donut.

Dain wasn't as out of control as most who found themselves in Bob were. He stretched gently, looking for the posture that allowed him the most comfort. Bob's feeder tentacle was pushing past where Dain could feel it inside of his throat and it had probably already entered his stomach. The feeder pseudopod violating his tail was also inserted past where he could feel where it was too, but as it was still worming its away inside, Dain thought it had a ways to go before meeting the first feeder in the middle.

Bob surprised Dain by sending a smaller feeder tendril to take in his horn as if it were a long slender cock, suckling gently to milk him even more. This made Dain shudder from ear tips down to his hooves and Bob quivered in reaction, very pleased with himself for inspiring such a delicious response.

Lost in the darkness of the plant Dain surrendered. Leaning into Bob's strength and let him take the lead. Bob eased the stallion forward and then to an all-fours posture, while supporting weight here and there with caressing tendrils and tentacles as the plant had its way with the unicorn. Once in the posture for feeding, Bob exercised a few tricks he knew the unicorn couldn't resist and as desired, Dain blew a fat load of cum into the waiting maw being worn over his cock.

The sweet scent of Bob's perfume saturated the air the supplied to Dain. That added with the natural reaction from having eaten a large meal and good hard cum had the unicorn felling asleep, comfortable in the embrace of the predator that knew him and enjoyed his company.

Not long afterwards, a few of the home soccer team scouted out a good location for their own revenge, and spotted the little pile of clothes. A plan was hatched to feed the rest of the greenhouse, get a little revenge, and make cleanup easier... Well, to contain the cleanup to a smaller area at least.

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The following morning Franklin looked at the state of Greenhouse 2 and was absolutely disgusted. Not only had the moose lost a sizeable wager on previous night's disastrous football game, but now he had to pick up the trash from a party that was thrown for the victors.

Reaching to the intercom phone Franklin called security. "Hey, how many did F.U. have in their traveling squad?"

"Let me see... They filed passes for twenty, other than a zebra the ref nommed in the first half I can only account for two. Why?"

Franklin grimaced, "Pod-ram-it! You know anything about what happened in Greenhouse two?"

"Is that where the party was? I got a report that our team organized a 'No Hard Feelings' party, but not where."

"Yeah... It was here... I'm going to need some help cleaning up. Can you get Maintenance to send someone?" Franklin asked. "Oh, don't worry about the plants, they are all in their torpor state after having feasted last night. I doubt there's a plant here that isn't fed."

"Right" came the reply from the intercom. "I'll get someone sent down there. And I'll send someone else down there later today to take a report."

Franklin replied, "Sure. But from the numbers of beer bottles I'm seeing, I am going to raise some serious shit about the rules getting ignored about glass in the greenhouses. Out."

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Lazarus entered the greenhouse and give an impressed aroo. "My word, this looks like the aftermath of the party to end all parties."

"Yeah, that's why I need help. Lazarus, start with the beer bottles. I want them binned separately. I intend to show management about the flouting of rules about glass in here. After you finish that, start fresh cans on the shreds of clothing and other detritus. Security will want to collect any badges, IDs, or visitors passes later, so separate those if you find any. Watch for broken glass too. While your doing that, I've got to check on the plants. Sometimes party-goers get a little hard on them." Franklin instructed.

"Am I going to end up in one of them?" Lazarus asked.

Franklin glared at him, "Your not getting out of this work detail that easily." He gestured to the plants around the pair, "They are all well fed. Get to work or I'll do something worse than eat you."

Lazarus didn't complain again, but got started gathering the debris picking the beer bottles first. Even in the vines and plants in places. "Hey, Frank, you think they asked someone to 'hold their beer' before the plants got them?"

"Huh?" Franklin looked to where Lazarus was examining a viney tree that seemed to hold a dozen or more bottles of beer, mostly empty, in curls of vine. "No, that one is a creeper vine tree, those vines were everywhere last night I imagine. See the three filled sacs?" Franklin pointed with his antlers as he looked up to the canopy of the tree above. "And this tree is smart enough not to just eat anything its vines grab. Just slip them free gently. You shouldn't have to pull hard."

Franklin's foul mood wasn't getting any better. At least one of his plants had been dislodged from its planter. The moose didn't know if it had been pulled, kicked, bumped, or knocked around. Granted it could have been damaged from a creature struggling within, but he didn't think so. Worse, the mass of plant plus meal was more than he could shift on his own. Pulling a bright ribbon from a pocket he tied the streamer to part of the root ball, and made a note to come back later to repair the damage after the plant had reduced its meal or he had more help.

With the loud crash of a glass bottle smashing against other bottles in a trash can Lazarus declared loudly, "Thats the last of the glass I saw, didn't see any broken bottles thankfully. Or at least they weren't broken before they went into the bin." Lazarus looked around at the plants, not trusting them not to reach out to grab a wolven-snack. "What you want me to do now?"

Franklin rose from where he had just finished replanting a sapling. "Oh, schlep the bin with the beer bottles over to the entrance. Then start rounding up the shreds of clothing and other things." Unfolding a garbage bag, he started to follow his own instructions. There was the odd shoe, sometimes recognizable articles of clothing, but mostly it was just colorful scraps.

"I didn't catch the game, having been caught by someone else." Lazarus gave a nervous chuckle before continuing, "Were we playing Fleur last night? I think what's left of these jerseys are their colors." Lazarus asked, binning a large wad of colorful fabric.

Franklin answered, "Yeah, the jerks pulled something twisted last night. It was pretty bad. They did something to sideline the league ref before the game, and that pulled Dain in as the home team reserve ref. They took advantage of that. Dain finally got really mad at that zebra that kept fouling our players and sin-binned him, but had to retire afterwards as he was too bloated to finish the game. That brought out the reserve ref from F.U. You can imagine the rest.

"Yeah... That's really twisted alright." Lazarus stooped over, "Hey...." and seemed to just trailed off.

Franklin stood up and looked to where Lazarus was working. "What is it?"

"Looks like someone carefully folded their clothes and left them in a pile here." Lazarus said, confusion in his tone.

Franklin smiled and walked over to Lazarus, and examined the large bloated and stretched bulb of tentacle flower named Bob. Pushing down on a section of the bulb, there was movement within, and the sound of a gagged moan. "Leave those where they are, they will be Dain's."

"How do you know that?" Lazarus asked, incredulous. Unable to help himself, the wolf checked and sure enough the clothes were Dain's. Lazarus put them back the way he found them.

Franklin lightly stroked the plant's stretched skin before answering. "Because, he is the only one that ever strips carefully before feeding himself to Bob here. Not sure how he does it, but he's also the only one that escapes from Bob either."

"Bullshit, Bob doesn't have a tassel to tickle. Not that I believe that either truth be told. Dain was just trolling Zeryx." Despite his words, Lazarus seemed to be looking around the languid plant, searching for a tassel or something else resembling a 'let me go' button.

Franklin shook his head slightly. "I said I don't know how he does it, and I don't think anyone else does. The tickle the tassel trick does work, I've used it. You have to start tickling when the suckling creeper has most of your cock and not anything else though. That's what Zeryx did wrong." Giving another push on the plant, he felt more movement within and this time a more pronounced moan. "Come on, lets leave these two be, you can help me try and shift the main stalk of a pitcher plant that got knocked off its base. Then I'll let you get back to other duties...."

"What about Dain?" Lazarus asked.

"Come back this evening. If this pile of clothes is gone, you'll know he escaped like he usually does."

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Several hours later, when no one was in the greenhouse, Bob started to shift about. After any ordinary meal, Bob would have long since raised his bulb skyward, to assist in the act of digestion of his meal, as well as positioning himself to open up once he was ready to feed again. This time, Bob laid down instead. Slowly the tips of his petals dilated into an opening exposing a mass of tentacles and tendrils. The ball uncoiled, parted, and moved to disgorge a throughly drained Dain. The unicorn was carefully and gently deposited on the grass, as a puddle of Bob's sweetly perfumed goo running off the unicorn grew around the unconscious form.

The tentacles caressed and stroked the unicorn for a time before the thin tendrils still inside the unicorn's nose withdrew. Bob waited for Dain to wake up safe again, making sure to keep the stallion's head turned so he wouldn't drown or suffocate.

It took a few minutes before Dain opened his eyes, and on feeling Bob's attentions, he took a moment to caress the larger tentacles that had carried him out and to the ground. He even kissed a few of the smaller ones before they withdrew and Bob closed back up.

"Thank you my friend." Dain said softly to Bob. Drawing a hand around the outside curve of Bob's petals, just around where the tentacles nested. "I needed that."

Bob seemed to tremble at the touch, and it was almost as if he was expressing gratitude too. After that, Bob lifted himself skyward and closed his petals tight like any other meal.

Dain thought back to when he was awakened for a moment by someone outside pressing on Bob and in return surging the thick tentacle invading his rump. Unlike what Franklin told Lazarus, it wasn't a trick at all, Bob required a meal out of everyone he swallowed. The sheer amount of energy it took out of the plant required repayment. The thing was, Dain knew how to bring a meal to Bob, such that they both could enjoy their prey, and that was the trick if you could call it one. The cute and tasty zebra had been enjoyed twice, and sharing is a magic all its own.