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This story was written for TigerJames as their Patreon commission reward for the month of October 2018. It contains sexual acts between a consenting adult intersex male and a sentient plant, involving copious masturbation and some egg-laying related content. ^^

The Great Outdoors

James had always enjoyed hiking, even before he found himself in the perpetually pregnant, egg-laden state in which his body was now eternally locked. Now though, while undeniably it could be a bit more strenuous at times to guide his body over rough terrain while still dealing with his heavily pregnant belly, the tiger had come to enjoy the peace and quiet of the great outdoors for a whole new host of reasons. First and foremost amongst them was the solitude. James enjoyed the company of others, especially when they were people who knew him and knew of his situation, but it could be a bit awkward sometimes going out in a crowded place or hanging around strangers, knowing that at any moment his body could begin to lay an egg which would leave him quaking and screaming in orgasm pleasure before it was done. Thus going on walks way out in the countryside meant that he was far less likely to run into anyone, and if he found himself needing to lay while on his own in the midst of a woodland trail... well, no-one was going to object to him settling down against a tree, slipping off his hiking shorts and shamelessly enjoying the uncontrollable but oh so pleasurable sensations.

On this particular day, James' belly had been surprisingly well behaved. He hadn't needed to lay since the prior night, and throughout his drive out to the stretch of forest through which he was now hiking and the walk itself, his body had remained similarly obedient and hassle free. For hours he had been walking without once setting eyes upon a single soul, and for that the tiger was glad. Some days he didn't mind interacting with strangers and seeing their eyes drift to his stomach, then back up to his face in curiosity and confusion at his male presentation, but his obviously gravid, pregnant belly. Today though he was feeling a little... well, he just didn't want to deal with that, and a walk in the forest on a cool fall morning like this was about as much of a guarantee as he could get to not have to handle such staring short of just not leaving his apartment at all.

Walking shirtless, the light shirt he had been wearing with its lower buttons unfastened currently resting around his shoulders with its sleeves tied together in a loose knot, James peered up through the canopy and admired the flickering rays of sunshine piercing the brightly coloured fall leaves still resting upon the trees. He knew that in order to get back to the car and back on the road before it started to get dark, he'd have to turn back soon, but the tiger wanted to make the absolute most of every minute he could spend out here in the peace and quiet of nature's majesty until then. Just another ten minutes and he'd turn back, fifteen tops. But for now, he kept on walking, and kept on revelling in the peace, the quiet, and the beauty of...

James paused, and frowned as he stumbled ever so slightly, his foot caught on a root or something similar. He looked down and wiggled his foot to try and get it free from the object in question, and his eyes widened slightly as upon trying to pull his foot free, he lifted it out of the leaf-litter and found not a root wrapped around it, but what looked like the sort of creeping vine that would have been more at home in a tropical jungle. Once again he wiggled his foot, but whether due to it being more tightly wrapped around him than he realised or perhaps adhered to his fur like one of those sticky-grass plants, it didn't shift. With a soft groan the pregnant tiger tried to bend over to deal with it, but in the end he just couldn't reach his toes over his rounded stomach. He sighed and lowered himself down into a sitting position, resting his rear end on the leaf-strewn path and scooting forward so that he could bend his leg, finally bringing the offending knot of greenery into range.

It was then that the plant struck.

Without the slightest warning, James felt the vine around his ankle begin to move. Not to tighten or constrict like it was straining back against his attempts to pull his leg free, but to twist around his ankle again, and again, and then begin to slither up and around his limb like a living creature. Like a snake. For a moment James panicked as he wondered if somehow it was a snake, maybe some invasive species or a former pet let loose by an unscrupulous owner which had evolved to hunt via camouflage and ambush. But as the vine continued to writhe and twist its way up the length of his leg he saw the end of it emerge from the leaves below, a large green bulb with a protruding, rather phallic extension, and something instinctively told James that this wasn't a snake he was dealing with. In fact, that something was the same magical, unnatural force which had landed him with a permanently pregnant belly and the ever present risk of spontaneous, orgasmic egg laying. Somehow that lingering presence within him made him able to recognise this plant for the unnatural entity that it was, and while on one level that only made it more terrifying to behold as it slithered up his thigh and began to wriggle its way down one leg of James' hiking shorts, it also almost set James' mind at ease.

After all, he knew from personal experience how pointless it was to fight against the kinds of supernatural forces that existed in the world, and he most definitely understood that most of the time if you let them have their way, not only were they utterly harmless... if somewhat inconvenient at times, but more often than not in James' reckoning their efforts to parasitise and use anthros like him always came with an undeniably pleasant, normally highly pleasurable up-side.

"Aah... you know, if... ah, if you're wanting to lay eggs in me, you should know that I'm aa-aaahhh... already... oh god. Already spoken for!"

James moaned and gasped as the plant wriggled its way up one leg of his shorts and began to probe and tease at the outer reaches of his pussy with its smooth, almost somewhat slippery vine-like length. Its other end however, the one bearing the knot-like bulb and the even more penis-like length of vine, rose up and away from the tiger's leg almost as though it was looking at James in response to what he was saying. It hovered, weaving from side to side like a cobra getting ready to strike, and then James whimpered as he felt the vine stop flicking and teasing its way between his lips. He almost sounded disappointed as he watched the wriggling, now even more visibly glistening green plant emerge from the waistline of his shorts, and for a moment or two he actually thought that he had convinced the plant to leave and stop what it was doing without even attempting to fuck him.

Of course, he should have known better, knowing his own luck with this sort of situation. He shouldn't have been surprised when the vine didn't simply pull itself free from his body's clutches, but emerged out into daylight once more for just long enough to reach down with its dextrous tip, tease itself into the button-hole of his shorts, and pop them open at the front. With his shorts loosened, the larger, thicker end of the plant lunged forward, and James wailed in a mixture of embarrassment and delight as that bulbous, cock-like protrusion of vegetation wriggled its way down the front of his panties, pressed itself tight against his already aching, undeniably turned on pussy, and with more vines emerging from the bulb at its base to encircle his thighs, his hips and to ensure that it remained locked tight against his body, the plant pushed itself deep into the tiger's nether regions and immediately, copiously began to cum.

"oohhh god, w-what are you... aaaahhyesss!"

James didn't know what the sticky, sap-like liquid being spurted into him like cum actually was, but its effect on him was immediate and unmistakable. A wave of helpless arousal crashed over the tiger, and his body began to quiver, to convulse and to grow immediately wet between the legs as the thick bulb seemed to swell even thicker, even wider within himself until it was locked inside him as tightly as any knot and bigger even than the biggest egg that James' perpetually pregnant form had ever forced him to lay.

"Mnnhhhh... maybe this... oh god, maybe this waaaahhh... wasn't such a good idea..."

Gasping as he sat there in the middle of the path, not seeing anyone walking down it now but knowing that quiet as these hikes were there was always the chance of being spotted, James shuffled himself onto all fours and began to crawl towards the edge of the track. It would be a relatively simple matter to hide behind a tree until the plant was done with him just as he would have hid away if he'd found himself needing to lay an egg, and once the plant had attempted to impregnate him or simply made him cum, whatever its intent, he would clean himself up as best he could and make his way back to the car. That was his plan at least, that was the ideal outcome for this situation. But as the sap from the plant still pouring into him made his pussy more and more sensitive and as the section of the plant buried inside him began to wriggle and rub itself over his innermost workings more like exploring fingers than a cock, James soon realised that simply waiting out this experience might not be as easy or as simple a matter as he'd hoped.

"Ohhfuck, fuck yes, I... I'm cumming! I'm... aaaaaahhh!"

The tiger howled as before he could even make it to a suitably large tree to hide himself away out of sight of the path, his body tensed up where it was crawling and his back arched, his tail stiffened while a furious, uncontrollable orgasm crashed over him with almost no warning. The vine in his pussy slapped and writhed roughly against his g-spot, not merely striking that sweet spot by chance but honing in and attacking it with relentless savagery, and James roared at the top of his lungs as he felt a surge of hot ejaculate burst forth from his pussy... or, rather, he felt it gushing out of himself, only to feel it being sucked up, absorbed as swiftly and abundantly as it could be produced by the plant.

His eyes bulged as he felt that knot-like bulb within him swell, inflated and engorged by the new infusion of liquids, and to his horror James had barely managed to start crawling again when he felt the vine inside himself battering at his g-spot once more, and the sap oozing out into him rendering the already well-worked flesh every bit as unbearably receptive and eager to be stimulated as before.

"N-nnhhaaahhhhhhgod! I ccaaahh... I can't stop! I'm... ohhfuck! Fuck!"

He came again. He squirted again, and just as before he didn't feel a single drop of that potent ejaculation spraying forth as it should have, each and every molecule of liquid being hungrily consumed by the plant. Even in his bliss-stricken haze, James knew now what was happening. It was feeding on him. It was drinking his ejaculate like a normal plant would absorb nutrients through its root system. And with each orgasm, its bulb was getting bigger. It was growing, and as it grew it was ensuring that it became even harder for James to even attempt to remove, and even more able to flood his body with whatever that substance was which made him so receptive to even the most brief touches, and so very quick to be lost in fresh bouts of squirting orgasmic rapture.

"Please... oh, I can't stay here like this. You can't just keep making me... ooh god. Making me c-caahh... cum. I'm... fuck yes, cumming. I'm cumming!"

James knew there was no way he could get back to the car like this. No way short of crawling the entire way, a process that would likely take days if he kept on squirting this hard and this regularly the whole while. But at the same time, he would have been lying if he'd said he wanted it to stop. Much as James complained at times about his ever pregnant and egg laying form, he wouldn't have given it up for the world if it meant losing the thrill of never knowing when sudden and indescribable pleasure was going to strike him as he began to lay an egg. His libido would never have forgiven him for surrendering that ability, and this new experience, overwhelming as it was, fell into very much the same category. Thus he didn't demand or beg the plant to leave him, he simply tried to reason with it... though entirely unaware of whether or not it was even able to hear him, whether or not it was capable of reason in the first place.

"Look, if... if you let me get back to my car, back home... then... oh god, then I'll lie down and you can... aaahh, you can drink your fill. All evening. All night if you need to. Just, please... I can't stay here. I caahh... ahh god, yes... I can't just sit here and cum all night in the middle of the... the... oh. Oh god. Ohh... no. Not now..."

If the plant had been able to understand James in that moment, it might have perhaps wondered if the tiger had spotted someone approaching him. Someone about to find him, to catch him in this immensely vulnerable and exposed position. But, if that had been the fluid hungry parasite's supposition, it would have been dead wrong.

"Not now. Y-you can't. I mean... really, you literally can't!"

James wailed as he stared down at his belly in desperation, knowing his body and its various eccentricities well enough to recognise a certain pleasurable tingle that ran through him in that moment as something more than just the plant striking at another sweet spot deep within his pussy. Sure enough just a few seconds later, he felt his inner workings contract violently around the plant buried inside him, squeezing its knot-like bulb with such force as his inner muscles forcibly clamped down that he felt the entire plant shudder in what could have been pain or perhaps pleasure of its very own, and felt another torrent of that sticky, hyper-sensitising sap flood into him not only more copiously than before, but striking deeper within his quivering reaches too.

"Please. Please..."

Cradling his belly and crooning to it, begging even though that had never worked once no matter his location or the humiliating situation in which he found himself, James roared helplessly as he felt an egg starting to descend from his swollen body down into the clutching, already so very pleasure-stricken and overly sensitive depths of his pussy. He felt it rubbing against the inner walls which the plant's fluids had rendered so very receptive to even the slightest touch as it stretched and slipped its way down towards where it would normally have made its very pleasant, sticky exit from the tiger. He collapsed, quivering, twitching, gurgling and cumming uncontrollably well before the egg actually made it to the point where it would run into resistance from the plant, and when finally it did so, and the two sensations converged... James' eyes glazed over, his toes curled, and his roars of orgasmic rapture trailed off into breathless, strangled little whimpers as he kept on cumming, and cumming... and cumming.

The plant kept on trying to hold itself in place so that it could continue to milk the tiger for his ejaculate. His body kept on fighting to expel that equally pleasure provoking egg with blissful convulsions of his pussy's inner workings. They acted on instinct, doing what they had been programmed to do by the very nature of their biology without any awareness for how impossible it was for both outcomes to succeed, and just what utterly unbearable, inescapable bliss they were wreaking upon James in the process.

He lay there in the leaves, whimpering, quivering, cumming over and over again without a moment's pause or respite. Unable to speak, barely able to breath, utterly mindless as orgasm after orgasm wiped his mind clean of all but each individual moment, and the pure, unrelenting ecstasy which accompanied it.

James had always enjoyed the great outdoors, and as he lay there writhing and mewling and cumming amidst the cool autumn air and the crisp leaves beneath him, today was really no exception. But, as beautiful and entertaining as the wilds of nature could be, on some deep subconscious level where he was still capable of coherent thought the tiger couldn't help but think that his life would be so much easier, and so much simpler if he just stayed at home and watched some TV.

By Jeeves

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