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Jamie's Latex Grove

By Zrathie

Jamie was preparing for a trip to the forest and the grove of living latex plants. He had acquired pills that would suppress his sex drive and had tested them the weekend before. The fox had found that he couldn't even get aroused no matter what his vulpine paws or mind tried. He needed such medicine because the living rubber plants harvested seminal or vaginal fluid from their prey. If he didn't produce, the ensnarement plants would release him.

Most of the plants would play with a creature who had walked into their trap and release those who wouldn't produce. It was a risky game to experience being captured by the living rubber plants, but Jamie would be caught and released with his medication. It wasn't too dangerous; the latex plant's never hurt their prey, only holding them for a few hours or at most a week or two, depending on their type.

Jamie was hiking down a forest trail in a known direction of a latex plant grove. He had dosed up on his pill, and now he was nearing his destination. The ground ahead had taken on a glossy sheen, and the fox could see the boundary between the typical forest and the strange world of the living latex grove. He stashed his rucksack under a regular fir tree and began stripping out of his street clothes. He added each of his articles of clothing to his bag until he was nude. Finally, he zipped his bag closed and moved towards the glossy landscape.

The latex grove was located in a valley and took up a space of several kilometres squared. The ground was covered by spongy ground cover plants. They resembled Brain coral, being a spheroid shape with grooves covering their surface. There were several colours, green, dark purple and orange. The density of the ground cover plants became thicker as Jamie began to descend into the grove. Soon he couldn't help but tread on them as he walked down the slope. He could feel their slick texture under his paws as he walked down a steeper section.

The latex grove was filled with a grey mist, and the air began to reek of their aphrodisiac pheromones. Jamie still had a clear head, thanks to his medication. He could enjoy the scent without becoming drunk with lust. The latex plants seemed to have chosen this location using the terrain to keep their heavier than air musk concentrated in the air. It was getting hard to see more than five metres in front of himself. The spheroid living latex plants covered the forest floor, making it look like a giant patchwork quilt. He saw two trunks of glossy trees and decided to walk between them.

Jamie encountered his first trap by walking into it. Jamie stepped forward and pressed into a transparent latex sheet that had been hung between the two trees like a spider's web. The transparent sheet snapped off its mounting points and wrapped around Jamie like a blanket. The fox panicked at first as the rubber had formed an airtight seal over his muzzle. The rubber sheet split open around his muzzle and allowed his pointed vulpine muzzle to gulp the air.

The rest of the transparent sheet contracted and grew smaller, squeezing Jamie's body like he was in a vac bed. The rubber only stopped when he was shrinkwrapped in the surprising warm latex. The only part of the fox left uncovered was the opening around the base of his muzzle. The sheet had squeezed his legs together and trapped his arms by his sides. He felt his body topple forward and was unable to halt his fall or brace for impact.

Jamie's body impacted the soft spongy latex ground cover plants. They acted like cushions, and he actually bounced before coming to rest. Jamie tested his bounds. He could open his legs and pull his arms away from his body only with a tremendous effort and puffed and panted as he wiggled over the soft ground cover plants. The sheet reacted to his struggles by squeezing and clutching at his sheath and balls.

Jamie continued to resist cutting into the latex with his claws. Then, decisively, he made a small hole on each side and began freeing himself. The rubber coating his crotch began to work his genitals more, but his body was well under the control of the powerful anti-arousal drug, so the sensation felt nice but didn't turn him on. Jamie struggled and continued to rip the thin sheet until he could reach his muzzle. Before he could, the sheet covered, convulsed and slinked from his body. He was left of the spongy ground cover plants and watched as the sheet crawled back towards its trees.

Jamie watched as the rubber sheet attached to crevices in the glossy tree bark stretched out between the two trunks. The holes Jamie had made began to pull together and seal closed. It didn't seem to mind the damage Jamie had done to it. Over the next few minutes, it was back into place and had repaired Jamie's damage. When it was finished, it was hard to see it there. The lighting was defused in the grove, and the ordinarily glossy sheet could only be seen if Jamie squinted.

Jamie brought himself to a standing position. The latex grove was a truly strange biome. The soft and spongy ringed surface of the glossy ground cover plants constantly reminded Jamie of that fact. He moved slowly deeper into the grove. Suddenly, something snagged his foot paw. The fox looked down just in time to see a gooey tentacle wrap around his left calf. It had come up between the folds of the tightly packed ground cover plants. As Jamie reached down, another tentacle pushed up from between a corner where three spongy ground cover plants met. This tentacle wrapped around Jaime's wrists like a snake. They had been in a vulnerable position as he had been reaching down towards the first tentacle.

After his wrists were bound, the tentacles binding Jamie lifted out from their hiding place under the spongy living latex plants dominating the grove's floor. The pair of tentacles came out of the tight gaps between the densely packed plants like dental floss from between teeth. The tentacles became taut, and Jamie was tugged at his paws. Again, he was pulled along by three of his limbs. His body effortlessly glided over the quitted surface into the mist. Jamie cried out in alarm but was too disoriented to fight back. Soon he was brought back towards the main body of the plant that had captured him.

There was a large bulb green in colour, glossy with more tentacles wiggling around them. The tentacles dragged him over to the bulb. At the top of the bulb was a shiny mating clasp. It was wet and dripping with clear lube-like sap. It was as if Jamie's presence had turned this plant on. The tentacles shifted and forced him onto all four and dragged him over the main bulb. His flaccid sheath was pulled downwards into the entrance to the mating clasp. Again, the clasp shifted, undulating like an oesophagus, the latex bulb squeezing the tip of Jamie sheath, hoping to coax out his fox rocket for a proper milking.

Jamie began to relax as he realised the plant was only trying to milk him. He could feel the fuck sleeve clutch and squeeze at his unresponsive sheath, and he could listen to the wet slop sound his soaked-with-lube sheath made. His sheath was now soaked in the slick sap as the plant was desperate to suck him off. The tentacles held him firmly; each oozed the same lube-like liquid into his fur.

Several minutes passed, and Jamie was starting to worry if he would be let go. Then, just as suddenly, the tentacles slithered away. Jamie rolled off the plant onto his back onto the ever-present spongy ground cover plants. He looked down and noticed the pinkish tip of his sheath had emerged from his sheath. It was time to go. He wouldn't last long under the thick haze of aphrodisiac mist if his anti-arousal drugs were wearing off.

Jamie tried to stand, but his lube soaked hands and feet paws caused him to slip over. The second attempt was better, and the fox got his footing. However, he soon found he could only move half as fast as before with the lube coating his extremities. Jamie had been dragged off course by the tentacles, but he soon found his bearing and began walking towards the edge of the latex grove.

For the first time since he arrived, he began to feel turned on. More of his fox cock had emerged into the open. He would have to hurry to be able to escape before his cock landed him trapped in some milking plant. He quickened his pace only to fall on his face on the soft quilted ground. He tried to stand only after a few humps of the welcoming environment. His cock was semi-aroused and threatening to get firmer. He got up and made his way towards where he thought he had come through. He wanted to go back the way he came lest he got snagged by a different plant.

Jamie came upon an object lying on the ground. Cautiously he walked over to it. It was an emergency gas mask still in its package. It must have been discarded by another one of the latex grove's explorers. Jamie was beginning to worry about the aphrodisiac laden air and his re-awakened sex drive. Perhaps he should try this mask. Worse case, the filter was out of date, and he would continue without it.

He clawed open the package and began to put it on. If Jamie had been paying closer attention to the discarded wrapper, he would have avoided what would come next. Instead, Jamie gave too much attention to fitting the straps to notice the package turn to liquid rubber and slide between the ground cover plants. Jamie took in a breath and could taste the filtered air of the mask. He started to walk again and soon found a familiar section of the grove and the path back.

His arousal had faded, and his cock had slid back inside his sheath. He could now focus on the climb out of the grove. As he began his ascent up the spongy slope, a blunt bulb entered his maw. He frantically reached for the buckles of his gas mask, but they had already fused shut. More of the bulb pressed into his mouth. He huffed breath out of his nose, and he attempted to wrench the gas mask off his face.

Suddenly thick goo ejaculated into the back of his mouth. Jamie had no choice but to gulp down the sludge. Just as he thought he was going to choke, the pluses stopped. He gave the mask another tug, and it came off. Jamie opened his mouth wide to expel the phallic plug and gulped and gasped for breath. He flung the fake gas mask away into the mist. It took a few moments for him to recover before Jamie began almost running up the hill. He wasn't going to get captured by the grove.

Relief washed over Jamie as he saw the spongy ground cover plants thin out. He could smell that the near-constant pheromone laden air was thinning out and just in time too. His cock was at full mast ever since taking off the mimic gas mask. He continued into the typical forest. His erection started to flag as he walked towards where he had kept his rucksack.

A sudden wave of nausea gripped the pit of the fox's stomach as he came back upon his belongings. Whatever the stuff that dastardly mask had pumped into him wasn't agreeing with him. Jamie hesitated. He didn't want to redress himself while he was feeling this way. His nausea grew worse over the next few minutes, and he doubled over, ready to purge himself of the gasmask's sludge.

What came out from his maw wasn't the sick he had expected but something much worse. First, a black mass pushed out from his mouth as it made contact with the air; it inflated like a balloon. Then, just as he was about to pull it out from his maw, it popped. His eyes had instantly closed, but he could feel the stuff had latched over his muzzle, covering his nose and mouth. He pressed his hand paws into the rubber muck to try to peel it away from his face. But, instead, it was creeping over his cheeks and sliding behind his head.

His mouth was clogged and blocked, as was his nose. This drove Jamie frantic, clawing at the gooey black rubber. Suddenly he sucked in a breath. His nose had unblocked; the rubber muzzle was allowing him to breathe. The rubber muzzle solidified, becoming a black glossy device moulded to his face--a thick solid strap connected behind his head seamlessly. The rubber covered his snout up to the start of his muzzle before it wrapped around behind his head. It was firmly attached with no way of moving it.

He felt around the front of the mask and found a pill-shaped filter as round as a coffee cup but only one third as deep. It was sticking out of his plugged mouth. He could feel two tubes running from the base of the filter up to his nostrils. As he huffed in and out, he could hear his breathing make the mask rasp. He could breathe, but something was off with the scent of the air. That majority of the smell scented rubber, but something was added to his air supply. It had a distinct aroma that he couldn't lay a pawprint on.

Pure heat, his sex was alive with it. His knotted vulpine cock was out in the cool air, knot and all. Jamie figured he was far enough away from the latex grove to attend to his base sexual needs. That, combined with the gas mask's scent being huffed into his lungs, drove Jamie to reach down to his sex. Jamie's drug-addled state of mind meant he could manage all but two pumps before his orgasm overcame him.

A robust rope of cum shot out into an arc. Jamie's moan was suppressed by the bulb filling his maw. It felt so good to cum after repressing his urge both physically and chemically. He continued to spurt his load over the pine needles, and relief washed over his body. It was then he noticed that something had shifted. It was the mask! Its rubber was growing. Jamie could feel it begin to crawl up his face. He saw the black mass move toward his eyes. He quickly closed them as the mass moved up his forehead and down around his neck.

When he elected to open his eyes again, he was looking out of a transparent visor. He could feel the rubber was solid again; it had encapsulated his head. His face, ears trapped in customised pockets of smooth rubber and the rest of his neck down to his neck was encased in a rubber helmet. Before he could act, though, he felt something was creeping down the ear canal of his right ear. This was bad. He needed to get help.

Pure base terror overcame Jamie as he clawed at the helmet. It squeaked and creaked under his attack, but this wasn't regular rubber; he could not even scratch it--his struggle paused as he felt the cool tendril enter his ear propper. He expected pain or his eardrum to burst, but it was an altogether different sensation. It was like there was someone or someone else in his mind. His internal monologue was still there; there was another monologue now, a new presence.

"I'm sorry, fox, that part of the takeover is always the most distressing for my new hosts," said a voice.

The voice didn't come from the now muted sounds of the forests; it wasn't even heard so much as perceived in Jamie's mind.

"I can feel your fear, fox. I'm not out to hurt you; I like foxes like you. You have such radiant sexual energy," said the voice.

Jamie didn't answer the voice in his mind; he quickly took some clothes out of his backpack and began throwing them on. He had to make himself halfway decent and get some help. Jamie put on his boxer briefs and pants, followed by his button-up shirt. He placed his bag over his shoulders and made his way away from the latex grove. He suppressed his urge to panic. All the while, his breath came out from the filter of his gas mask in huffs.

The air was tainted by the gas mask; he could feel it was working on his body again. His cock began to firm up before it hardened into a full erection. He knew cumming would be dangerous. This thing had just told him it's what it wanted. The voice had sounded so confident, it didn't even hide the intent of taking him over. He had more anti-arousal pills in his bag, but they were of little use with the rubber helmet covering his head.

"Fox, you're getting hot. It's almost time for another paw," taunted the voice.

Jamie could feel his cock pressing into his underwear. He ignored the feeling as he walked towards where he had parked. It was a while to go. While Jamie was out of the influence of the latex grove, he had his own personal living rubber hood keeping him company. His sex drive was alive with the constant corrupting gas he was forced to huff. His boner throbbed, trapped in his underwear.

After a few more meters, he just couldn't help himself but give his bulge a clutch and touch. He rubbed his arousal with the flat palm of his right-hand paw. Jamie closed his eyes for just a moment. Jamie shook himself awake; he wasn't in the forest but back at the boardwalk he had been exploring. Jamie was sitting on the bench in the warm sun and must have dozed off. He remembered he was on holiday.

The weekend started innocently enough with a riverside tourist visit. Jamie was exploring the local tourist attractions and walking across the boardwalk next to the river. He had been slowly wandering around before his nap, so he decided to continue. Jamie peeked into the small boutique shops nearby, browsing the items they had for sale. None of the stores had anything that he needed or was interested in until he came to the last store at the end of the boardwalk.

It was a custom leather store that had custom belts and wallets in the display window. The fox walked inside, the door closing behind him with a slight jangle. Inside the small shop were various leather products ranging from saddles to belts to caps to jackets. After a bit of browsing, Jamie noticed an exhibition at the back of the store. It was a display of collars. Collars intended for sapient creatures.

Neatly arranged on the display table were a variety of collars in different styles and designs. There was one in particular that stood out to Jamie. It was a thick chunky black collar. It had stylised foxes chasing one another around embossed into the leather. At the back of the collar was a polished stainless steel box with a green LED that was currently off. Two magnetic strips were holding the collar closed, and with a slight tug, Jamie was able to open it. The inside of the colour was lined with softer tan leather. It was thicker than the outer decorative black band. The collar wasn't adjustable; it was designed for a specific size only. A specific fox, perhaps? He wondered if it would fit him, so naturally, he tried it on.

The magnetic tabs closed with a satisfying click. Jamie ran his paw pads across the embossed design feeling the texture and craftsmanship. There was a mirror near the display, and Jamie took in his reflection. The thick leather collar was too risque for everyday wear, but it was certainly something he would consider buying. All the other collars had a price tag attached, and Jamie hadn't even considered looking at the price before trying it on.

He reached up to give the tabs a gentle tug to undo the collar. Jamie tugged with the same amount of force he had used to open it the first time. It didn't budge. Next, Jamie tried to pull a little harder, but the magnetic tabs still refused to open. He ran one of his finger pads over the tabs, but he couldn't feel a gap between them; they had seemingly merged into one piece of metal. This was confirmed when he saw his collared reflection. What had clearly been two different tabs now looked like a solid rectangular plate.

"Stylish, isn't it?" came a sudden voice from behind Jamie.

Jamie jumped, and his tail thacked a leather purse off of a nearby hook. Jamie saw that the owner of the voice was also the shop's proprietor. What shocked Jamie was the voice sounded like the living latex hood from his erotic daydream. The proprietor was a ram with swirly horns and a blunt muzzle. He was wearing a brown suede apron that covered most of his white fleece. He wore denim shorts but had no top under his apron. Jamie quickly picked up the item he had knocked to the ground and placed it back on display. The coincidence of the ram's voice matching the creature from his dream was fleeting. It was soon replaced with a feeling of nervousness. He had seemingly locked on a collar that he didn't own, and he would have to ask the ram to help him remove it.

"I was trying on this collar, and it locked shut on me," said Jamie, scratching the back of his head.

"These models are designed to do that. The one you are wearing is called a psionic shaping collar. The clips merge closed and must be unlocked with a Master key," said the ram.

"You have the key, right?" replied Jamie.

"Of course, I have the key," said the ram.

The ram took a keyring out of his apron pocket. The keyring had several keys and a bell-shaped metal key fob. He walked towards Jamie lifting the key-fob towards Jamie's collar. At the last moment, the ram hesitated.

"Before I take it off, do you want me to show you what it does?" asked the ram.

Jamie nodded. He was intrigued by this mysterious collar.

"Excellent, the psionic shaping collar is a collar designed for BDSM slave and master play. It's prevalent among those interested in predator and prey scenes. When used in that way, most of the time, the predator species relish the role of the submissive and their traditional prey species practice the dominant role," explained the ram.

Jamie gulped.

"On your knees, fox," said the ram in a soft, gentle voice.

Much to Jamie's surprise, he felt compelled to follow the shopkeeper's order and lowered himself to his knees in the middle of the aisle. A modicum of panic rose up in his stomach as he felt his body comply with the stranger's demand.

"You can see the psionic shaper is a powerful mind-control device. You can stand up now." said the ram.

Jamie stood as ordered. His body shivering with strange arousal at being under the ram's control.

"It looks like you're enjoying yourself," said the ram who pointed with his hoof-tipped thumb at Jamie's pants bulge.

"I'm sorry," said Jaime.

The ram smiled.

"There's no need to be. This is just a pleasant fantasy I've picked out from your subconscious. The creatures who master the psionic arts can make dreams feel real, and reality feel like a dream," said the ram.

The room began to twist and shift, and Jamie found himself back in the forest. He was on his knees, rubbing himself with his paws. It was too late to stop as Jamie felt an orgasm overcome his body. He was still wearing the mind-twisting hood. He felt his cum coat the inside of his boxer briefs, only it was wrong. It didn't feel like cum at all. He pushed down both his pants and underwear to discover his cock was erupting black latex over his cock. The living latex was morphing and moving over his loins.

The latex was spreading down from his helmet, too, sliding behind his shirt. It felt so good, and Jamie let out a moan into his gaged maw. He felt a wave of pure relaxation flow down his body. It started at his head and then flowed down his spine before spreading outwards down his limbs. He stretched out on the forest floor and just let the feelings overcome his body. He could feel the latex seep out from between his fur follicles like sap from a tree. It was amazing. He didn't want to fight with his hood; no, he was fully encased now, his suit. He was going to surrender to it, to the suit's lovely pleasure.