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Simon Escamas fiddled with the game controller as he controlled the main character Sara Croft into the dangerous booby-traps inside the mysterious ancient temple. The built caiman was feeling nostalgic in replaying this old game he played as a kid. It was cool to see old games getting re-released into digital format for the younger gamers to give a try the classic games and a good dose of nostalgia for the older gamers.

In all of his honesty, he never finished the game, back then as a kid, he always struggled to beat the enemies and wild feral monsters attacking him and would rarely pass the next level. He recalled making it to level 9 in a mysteriously lost tomb of some Mayan location, and now that he was on this level, he could finally beat it at ease and with little difficulty. Back then he always played it blindly as it was his first playthrough, but he did watch his older brother playing and was at a higher level than him and did his best in copying the steps on how to beat the level but struggled to defeat the bad guys and wild creatures attacking him in every corner.

Now that he was mature and got the good hang of the game and successfully beaten the first eight levels, he was now on level nine in the Lost Mayan Tombs to find a part of a mysterious artifact he must recover. He must get there before Sara Croft's rival would get it first.

"Shit, I forgot how slow her movements were..." muttered Simon.

After years of playing video games in his time, they had evolved and innovated as technology improved dramatically in the past ten years since Simon first got his own video game console. In the case of _The Adventures of Sara Croft's_first video game, the character's movements were rather slow. Of course, as the game's franchise made new releases, the games' mechanics improved better to the next and so on. Playing the first game was like playing Krazy Kart 8 in 50cc after playing 200cc for so long. Of course, he could not complain over a 20-something-year-old video game.

The female cougar with her famous blocky breasts continued on the quest with two pistols in each hand and "running" through the dangerous tunnels of the lost tomb. Deadly arrows shot out from the walls every time she stepped on a plated floor and spears blocked her path with skeletons still clinging to them, it used to scare Simon, but he grew out of it and kept going on the mission.

In all the patience he could muster, Simon somehow forgot how far he played this level and could no longer predict what else was coming ahead. Every time he reached a particular spot on the level, it refreshed his mind a little better, he remembered the statues and the low 3D pixelated graphics showing the painted stoned walls of Mayan culture on display. The fire torches lighting the way and--

A wild black panther appeared rushing toward Sara Croft right in front of them. Simon quickly started shooting and jumping around randomly with the two pistols to kill the beast. The creature's claws damaged her health but still kept going strong. Simon was tense, he kept forgetting how random and unpredictable was in normal mode. He finished off killing the wild panther and checked his inventory for any first aid kit. He had one and checked the character's health, it was half-empty, so he decided not to use it as how scarce were to find first aid kits around the level.

Simon had a feeling he was almost there, but there was more to it if his memories were clearer. Ah, there it was, a bridge where he had to shoot moving stones with faces before they shot him or her, and then the blocked door would open. Once she was in the middle of the bridge, both doors closed. Now a shooting session began.

Then came his roommate, Larry Rowe the weasel, into the small living room. "Simon, you still awake?"

Simon paused the game. "Yeah, I'm on level nine."

"Come on, man. I'm trying to sleep, turn down the volume."

"Sure thing. My bad." He grabbed the TV's remote to lower the sound. The shooting was always kind of annoying to hear on how loud they were.

"Thanks..." The weasel turned back to his bedroom.

Simon un-paused the game and waited for the first stone face to appear while using a sniper. This was a piece of cake as he remembered but knew he could miss one when scanning in circles to check if one had opened behind him and started to shoot him, it was kind of annoying.

There were twelve and finally waited for the last one to turn around to show a face and shoot it completely. The doors opened and two more black panthers appeared on both sides of the bridge.

"Oh, right, now I remember..." Simon grumbled.

Sara Croft jumped and shot at the two wild beasts running faster than Croft's running animation. He killed one and the last one was just running weirdly in circles in the narrowed path of the bridge, must be a simple constraint of the game and its small glitches. Simon had an easy time killing the last panther because of this.

Now, what's next? Simon thought. He should be nearer to the sacred artifact.

After a few more turns in the tunnel and some more boobytraps to keep an eye on, Simon stumbled upon some downstairs and an obviously placed boulder waiting for him to be crushed and rolled. The moment he stepped out to the stairs, the boulder would have started to roll down and game over. He knew he must simply run down and combine her agile skills to outrun it... and it didn't help that there were shooting arrows from the walls all the way down to take her down from reaching the goal.

"There goes nothing..." he whispered as he moved the joystick forward.

The boulder rolled down and Sara Croft ran down the stairs and she avoided the shooting arrows from both sides. Simon saw a dead end at the bottom of the stairs but quickly looked at the exit on the left, turning his character towards it, and jumped.

The boulder crashed onto the wall and stopped, and Sara was spared from being turned into a sandwich. Simon chuckled at the joke from playing Evil Residences.

Not too far, Simon sensed that there were no longer any threats up ahead. He believed he had arrived at the destination.

Just as he remembered, a cut scene appeared, judging from the two black bars emerging from the top and bottom to give a cinematic feel.

Sara Croft stepped into a large chamber, there was only one bridge and a rounded platform made of rocks and stones. In the center was the artifact of one part of the whole puzzle sacredly placed on a single block of stone. Simon knew there was a nasty trap once you picked it up from its place. Typical of ancient security measures.

Once the female cougar stepped carefully forward towards the objective, her rival came with a gun at her face.

The voice acting was a bit blurry and undistinguishable but managed to get some sense of the conflict. Not too long Sara made a move away from the gun and the game initiated a shooting session between them.

Simon tapped the bottoms of his control and avoided the firing gunshots from her rival by jumping and spiraling around in circles and shooting back at his enemy.

"Come on..." he grunted as he tapped endlessly, "Die already!"

Quickly refreshing his mind, he could not move a lot as there was little space between them in the circled platform, and below them was nothing but a dark void. Simon kept shooting at every chance he could but jumped back more than he should--

"Oh crap!"

Sara Croft fell into the dark void and...

"Oh... now I remember."

A short cutscene showed how she died like every booby-trap and other death scene animation he watched as he revisited the game. This time Sara Croft's fall was broken by a mass of entangled green vines at the bottom of the void and the next second, they came alive and wrapped the female cougar as she screamed into a muffle and sank into the piles of vines and suffocated her.

"Game Over," said the screen.

"Ugh, damn it." Simon slumped on the couch in defeat as he let out the tension from the boss fight. "Now I remembered how hard this level was. How did Norbert beat it?"

He tried again with a different strategy and failed, falling again into the void with slithering vines to feed. A third round again and immediately shot first before him, this time he lasted longer but was pushed by the opponent and fell again into the vines with the same gruesome cutscene.

"Oh, man..." he slumped again in defeat.

The caiman looked at the time, it was eleven of the night. He yawned and decided to call it quits. He turned off the game and TV and walked to his bedroom. He took off his white tank top and tan shorts, just in his plaid gray boxers, and laid down on the bed.

He analyzed the game on why he stopped playing. Obviously, he could not beat Sara Croft's rival and always fell into the void. He assumed he was tired of playing and moved on to playing other video games, he forgot it and never bothered to try again. Maybe the evil vines made him give up playing because, somehow in his time around he saw movies that reminded him of that cutscene like The Wild Safari movie about the deadly titular board game and its unfortunate players surviving the dangers of the jungle. That one scene where a sneaky vine attacked one of the players and almost got eaten by a plant monster. Or... that one scene from Barry Porter and the Magical Stone where the main trio got caught in a deadly plant and they escaped by firing it on fire with their magic wands.

Either he was traumatized the first time he saw the cutscene or the universe was playing on him for being a cowardly loser for not playing anymore over some vines. He decided not to play again after seeing more of them and those scenes from movies. He shook his thoughts away and focused on relaxing his mind to fall asleep, he would beat that level in no time.

At some point, he fell asleep quietly on the bed and the night went on in a breeze.

...

The climate was hot in the deepest jungles of the Yucatan peninsula. The great treasure hunter, Simon Escamas, marched in search of a lost treasure rumored by the locals and archaeologists alike as they believed an ancient artifact lay somewhere in a long-lost Mayan civilization. Simon was confident he was up to the task of finding the treasure before anyone did.

He was not alone; he was accompanied by his companion Dr. Larry Rowe for the expedition. The weasel hired him for his expertise in traversing dangerous jungles and forests around the world and would always come out unscathed. He was the one for the job. Their trip had been very bonding in the past two weeks until they arrived at their destination.

There it was, as if hiding from the outside world from being caught in satellite images, covered in green after years of abandonment, a long-lost temple stood proudly in their sight.

The two expeditioners wore the appropriate attire for the hike. Simon sported his brown hat, a tan button shirt, a pair of brown boots, and a pair of tan cargo shorts for the hot climate of the summer, but as a caiman, he doesn't sweat. His weasel companion wore the same except that he wore pants and long sleeves to protect himself from any potential unwanted mosquito bites. The caiman was immune to being bitten by any bugs thanks to his thick skin and could confidently wander around with a bit of his skin or scale out in the open which the young Dr. Rowe didn't mind one bit.

"This is it, Larry," said Simon. "We found it."

"Marvelous, Simon, you never disappoint me."

Together they found the main entrance of the temple. It was dark but they carried their flashlights in hand to beam through the dark corridors of the temple. Clearly, there had not been anyone in here for over a millennium.

"Watch out for any boobytraps, Larry," said Simon. "They always don't welcome any outsiders."

"No, surprises there, Simon--" the weasel stepped onto a stone plate and sunk his left foot. "Fuck!"

Whoosh!!!

"Get down!!!" Simon shouted.

Larry crouched in an instant and felt a little breeze over his head. He realized his hat was gone. He pointed at a wall with his flashlight and found his hat darted on the wall.

"Oh, fuck, just a few feet inside this deathtrap and we're receiving its wrath." The weasel picked the hat on the wall with an arrow pierced through and pulled it out, ignoring the hole it made from the arrow as he put it on. "Let's get moving."

"Just follow my footsteps and you'll be fine," said Simon.

They watched the floor for any suspicious plating that would trigger a trap hidden behind the walls. It was incredible that after a millennium these traps were still working with lethal patience to take down any intruder. Simon had found a number of stones that could trigger a trap by simply stepping with his foot gently on the plate and noticed its sensible bouncing on the plate.

At the end of the corridor, they found themselves on a fancy staircase as they flashed around their surroundings, it was a big room.

"It seems to lead down, we're going underground," said Simon.

"Fascinating," said Larry, "they built underground tunnels, and possibly the treasure is down here."

They walked down the stairs all the way to the bottom. The air was cold and stiff. It was dead silence and a bit of echo from their voices...

They heard a roar somewhere and vainly tried to find the origin with their flashlights.

"Oh, great," grumbled Larry, "this temple is probably now a sanctuary for wild animals."

Another roar came out louder and quickly found its owner, Simon flashed his light at the black panther beast with deadly red eyes and snarling sharp teeth; it came rushing at them with its powerful claws. He quickly pulled out his handgun and shot it with no hesitation.

It hit him alright but made every effort to claw and bite at Simon with its might. The feral panther pounced on Simon onto the floor and rolled around in a wrestle until another shot was fired. The black creature fell limp as it rolled off Simon.

The caiman recovered with a few scratches on his thick skin and clothes but was completely unharmed. He picked up the flashlight and called the weasel.

"Larry, are you okay?"

He found the weasel in one corner with the flashlight off and rocking back and forth on the wall.

"I thought you were a goner," shivered Larry, "I'm so sorry."

"Calm down, Larry, we have gone this far, we must get going."

Larry nodded and followed the croc on the quest. More stairs lead deeper into the temple and saw left and right at the drawings on the walls showing some obscenities they never thought they would showcase for future archeologists. There were a lot of erotic portrayals of sex that somehow made it look savage and wild with exaggeratedly sized male reproductive organs and orgies stacked like Tetris blocks.

"Don't tell me this was some kind of orgy ground," said Simon as they descended the stairs.

"No surprises there, Simon, I've been to Pompei and saw a lot of this kind of stuff."

Near the end of the descent, the drawings end with people being tangled in some strange form of a green creature with green tendrils swirling around on people's bodies and wrapping them around their genitalia. It almost looked gruesome, but they didn't have the time to read the readings of the walls that told a story.

They walked a few feet ahead after the stairs and met with a long wooden bridge suspended with ropes above the dark ceiling.

Larry looked uncertain as he scanned around with the flashlight. "I don't think it's safe to cross it."

"It could be another booby-trap," said Simon as he dared to take the first step.

The wood structure of the bridge creaked and groaned with each step from the reptile, paying attention to hearing anything that could sound suspicious.

Larry decided to follow and heard the sound of stone grinding gently. He turned around and saw where they came from closing from above. Simon heard it and saw the other side closing quicker than the other. Both doors almost closed simultaneously.

"Oh no..." mumbled Simon. "We're trapped."

"Watch out!" cried Larry as he crouched to duck.

Simon followed with no questions and covered. Something flashed and swooshed above them, and both looked at the source. A creature's face of stone appeared out of nowhere with a mouth on fire before spinning around to hide before they could blink.

"How are we gonna get out of this?" shouted Larry.

"I'll figure it out," assured Simon, pulling out his gun from his waist and waiting for the next attack. "Take cover."

The weasel cooperated and took cover. Simon pointed with his handgun and flashlight and waited.

He heard the grinding stones moving and turned around to see the face of a panther with its maw open, firing it up. He shot the face before it could shoot a ball of fire, busting the face and spinning back as if retreating.

"How many are they?" asked Larry.

"Don't know, but I'll shoot every single one of them--" he quickly spotted another spinning out and shot it.

It took a while, it was as if they tried to fool Simon but were too slow to back up, even after shooting at them. Simon shot, he assumed was the last one, and everything was still quiet.

"Is it over?" asked Larry.

"I think so..." he said and heard another grinding stone, he kept his handgun on alert for another one but spotted the closed doors opening up again. "Yeah, it is."

"Wait, was that noise?"

They heard a growl. Both turned in their direction where they were going and flashed at the snarling panther with red eyes.

"Fuck, another one! Kill it!!!"

The panther madly dashed forward and leaped at Simon as he shot it, but he missed and it pounded on him again, trying to grab a bite out of him. Simon wrestled on the creature as it clawed him again, ripping off its clothes and slightly scratching his scaled skin. He made one bold push and threw the wild panther off the bridge, falling with a wild roar into the dark void.

Simon almost fell as he hung with his hands on the bridge after seeing the black panther fall. He climbed back onto the platform and lent a hand to the shivering weasel.

"Come on, let's get that treasure."

Larry nodded and let Simon help him to stand up and move on to the quest.

At the end of the corridor, there was light coming in, it was getting brighter as they came closer. There it was, it was a large chamber with natural light coming from the circular hole in the ceiling, it was giving light to what was in the center. Around their surroundings was a circular platform made of stone connected to a long bridge where they were now. At the center of the platform was what they were looking for. It was all shiny and golden for exotic use of self-pleasure.

Simon and Larry calmly walked toward the golden object together and took in the sight before them.

"Who knew that mankind had priorities before inventing anything useful," said Larry. "The Mayans did it and made it out of gold."

"A golden dildo?"

"A golden phallus, Simon, but yes," Larry corrected him.

"Same thing, I guess I was right this place used to be an orgy ground."

"A place for pleasure and unspeakable kinks you cannot imagine. Now, then, how are we going to take it without triggering a trap."

"I got it covered, stand aside." He pulled out a bag of sand from his waist. Larry gave him some space as Simon focused deeply on how to pick the golden phallus from its base.

The caiman analyzed every detail on the phallus where to grab it, by the tip, the balls, or the shaft. He rubbed his chin at any suspicious sign of a potential trap. He hoped the weight of the sandbag would help to equalize the same weight as the phallus. He would only find out soon enough.

One hand to grab it and one hand held the bag to perform the exchange. Larry stood behind him at a fair distance and almost tried to bite off his finger claws nervously. He didn't want to interrupt him, letting him take his time. The weasel's heartbeat increased intensely.

Larry saw the caiman's arms and shoulders moving in a swift. Something happened as he heard him taking deep breaths. Larry was afraid to speak, almost mentally preparing for their impending doom, but Simon calmly turned around holding the golden phallus with both hands by the balls.

"Heh, mission accomplished," chuckled Simon as he held it up higher to let the natural light shine on the phallus in its holy glory.

Larry broke a smile in excitement and squealed. "You did it!" he jumped excitedly as he approached the caiman. "I never doubted you for a second!"

Larry hugged Simon with all his strength around the waist. Simon did not mind one bit and let his companion let out his emotions after the whole ordeal. The weasel separated his head from the chest and stared at Simon for a moment, Simon returned the gaze for a moment and...

Two hands made for the scaly neck and Larry kissed him on the lips. Simon was a bit caught off but did not mind it and returned the kiss and held him close. For Larry, it was weird to kiss someone with scaled lips but managed and did his best to deliver. The kiss got intense, and Larry must have lost control over his libido and pulled apart Simon's shirt to reveal his muscular scaled torso and continued to kiss his lips and neck as his hands roamed savagely around Simon's body.

"Hey, take it easy. Why not save it for later." Simon chuckled at the excited Larry.

"Yeah..." Larry got himself under control as he stepped back from Simon, "You're right..." he pulled out a gun and pointed at him on the chest, "But not today."

Simon jumped in alarm as he checked himself on the waist and his gun was gone. As he carefully raised his hands in the air with the phallus on one hand and said in disbelief, "What are you...?"

"Nothing personal, Simon, but this is where we part ways..." Larry's voice turned dark and threatening as he held the handgun at him. "Hand me the phallus, Simon."

Simon could not believe it after everything they had gone through was all a ruse to get what he wanted. He was a grave robber!

Simon tried to find a way to escape Larry's threat, he could use his tail to swipe off his feet but the next thing he quickly paid attention to was Larry raising the handgun a little higher and--

BANG!

His brown hat was gone, flying away into the dark void below.

"Don't play tricks on me," he said as he lowered the gun at his face and made a few steps back in the clear from any tricks from the caiman. "Throw me the phallus or I'll trigger the boobytrap you had secured. A bullet is all I need to keep you here." He grinned maliciously. "If you value your life, I'll spare you if you give it to me."

Simon grumbled indignantly, he could likely either die by a bullet or the secured trap. He was at a crossroads; he must hand over the phallus.

He grumbled and threw the golden artifact at the weasel; it missed but landed near Larry's feet. Larry kept his gun at Simon as he kneeled to pick it up.

"A pleasure in negotiating with you, Simon Escamas." He chuckled as he marbled at the golden object. "It's a shame that you're one of the sexiest treasure hunters to have ever lived and I'm glad we had that one nightstand a few nights ago~..." he laughed and kept pointing the handgun at Simon as he walked out of the chamber's only exit. "Goodbye." He shot the sandbag on the pedestal and the sand spilled out from the bag and flattened. The lack of weight triggered the boobytrap.

The only entrance where they came from quickly closed, but enough to see the smiling weasel waving at him until it closed shut solidly. The now empty pedestal sank into the stones and a loud bang echoed the chamber and Simon waited for the worst. The platform he stood on trembled and toppled under his feet. He struggled to keep his balance with feet and tail, but he could not hold anymore and slid off into the dark void and yelled.

Three seconds later, he fell into a hard yet soft landing underneath him that broke his fall, sparing him from serious or fatal injuries.

Simon was disoriented, rubbing his head as he looked around at his dark surroundings. He could still see the skylight beaming from above and found the flashlight near the fallen stones he once stood on.

He slowly stood up as the weird flooring felt wobbly like a waterbed, his feet half-sank into some kind of entangled piles of vines and thanks to the flashlight still on it revealed to be some kind of plant that felt a bit lukewarm.

As he approached the flashlight, he heard some slithering sounds like snakes hissing in the dark. He picked up the flashlight, it was a bit dark, but he needed extra light as he scanned the area, just walls of stones and millions of overgrown vines about an inch thick covering the walls and floor. He marched around to see a way out, hoping the worst was over. Maybe he could climb out of it...

He felt his right foot tangled; he flashed the light at it, one vine simply got caught, he shook his foot off and carried on. He kept his cool yet alert, he didn't ignore those hissing sounds earlier.

Why did he have a feeling he was being watched? Who was even here besides those wild panthers? The sensation that something in here was alive and watching put a heavy weight on Simon's shoulders. What was it and where it was lurking...?

The slithering came back, and Simon turned around with the flashlight at the source. There it was, they were moving like snakes, approaching him ominously. The vines were alive!

"What the..." his eyes opened wide at the sight, but then felt something on his leg and looked down. "What?"

One vine wrapped around his right boot without notice until it reached higher up to his exposed leg to feel its semi-slimy movements on his scaled skin, calmly circling around it silently. He shook his right leg, but the vine resisted despite its slippery feel to it, and it only made it more tighter. Simon grunted and realized his other leg was caught too; this vine moved slightly faster as it wrapped around his left leg while the other reached past his knee.

"Ah, shit." He grunted as he struggled to free himself from its menacing grasp. Then another one caught his tail and tugged him backward, falling into the pile of vines underneath him and the approaching curious ones coming at him.

The green vines on his legs were warm and caught a familiar smell, pheromones. When it hit his nostrils, something stirred in him, arousal. He didn't like where this was going and with his free hands, he tried to free himself with his claws. It ripped some vines with green, yellowish liquids coming out a little but quickly regenerated by fusing the cut vine into a simple rounded tip and resumed slithering to the caiman. It was in vain, and two vines jumped into his wrists and pulled them back behind or above his head away from his legs.

"Damn it!"

Simon fought all the strength he'd got, using every muscle he had to fight off the threat. Arms and legs strained at their limits to break free from its grasp as he yelled, grunted, and shouted out loud. He saw another vine heading to his face and instantly opened his jaw wide to take a bite off and shook his head to take a good chunk of it as a warning. He spat it out but saw the severed and leaking vine regenerate back into a rounded tip and proceed its malicious boundaries. It wrapped his long snout shut; it learned its mistakes. Simon muffled in distress. Nothing was working to free himself.

Simon had a bit of the liquid substance in his tongue after biting off the vine, it was warm and slimy and made him a bit numb and sexually aroused. Was it some kind of aphrodisiac?

The vines continued as Simon watched helplessly and mutely. His shirt was left open by Larry and exposed his muscular form and one vine wandered there swimmingly, visiting his scaled valley of abdominals, and slid up between his pectorals. The slimy sensations on his stomach made him writhe as he muffled but more vines joined up to explore him more. One vine traversed his chest and brushed past his nipples in snaky movements, bumping, again and again on his erected nubs. Simon muffled a moan, the vine keeping his mouth shut loosened up slightly and let out clearer moans from the unwanted stimulations.

Simon shouted for help by the small opportunity but the vine holding him shut let out more liquid into his mouth. He spat it out as best he could but was enough to give him the effect and boost up his libido.

"FFFUUUKKKKK!" he moaned.

He was very aroused, and his penis grew tight inside his shorts, but he still had mental control to fight back but the vines kept him in check. He writhed, struggled, and shook his whole body in might. The vines continued to explore, they circled around on his thighs and went under his shorts which Simon had a bad feeling where this was going. He was wearing underwear and his penis was spared by one layer of fabric but enough to give him pleasurable sensations by two vines. He grunted, groaned, and sexually moaned at the sensations the vines were giving him as if telling him to relax and enjoy.

One vine poked out of his shorts, and another snuck under his underwear and the next was a flash. The shorts were ripped open, including the underwear, revealing his aroused penis out of his cloaca in front of eager vines. Simon shook his hips and legs to shake off the vines, but none did much.

Simon cursed and let out a moan when the first vine swirled around the base of his penis to the leaking tip. The pleasure grew, and the caiman broke some profanities in English or Spanish. Simon kept fighting, using his tied limbs and body to break free from his assailant but the vines ignored his struggles and kept on pleasuring him mercilessly.

Simon never felt these sensations before, everything that was happening in his body was impossible to achieve, let alone a single partner. All his erogenous zones were striking him right there and then and it surpassed his ticklish parts and made him feel things he could not or would not replicate in real life. Simon didn't want to give up and kept on fighting against the sexually-driven vines, no matter how good he felt. He was in danger, but the sense of danger was waning and slowly turning into a numbing and unconditional lust that was blinding his fear and turning it into a pleasurable one. It scared him and kept on fighting.

Simon grunted and moaned and saw the vine abusing his penis opening it up widely and swallowing the whole length, mixing with his pre and the slimy substance, and began to pump like a fleshlight. Simon shook his limbs, fists clenched tightly at the strong sensation, and hips unintentionally thrusting in the air. Simon screamed in a mix of pleasure and agony. He tried to bite off the vine around his muzzle again, but one vine beat him up to it by tying his neck. The pleasure was strong on this one, his penis was being sucked and stimulated on every right spot, and in return, Simon moaned out loud in the chamber.

He was losing the fight and his lust was taking over his mind with the extra boost of sex drive that increased with every drop leaking in his mouth from the vine tied around his long muzzle but letting a slight gap and release the substance into his mouth. His whole body ached after resisting and straining his limits too much and slowly relaxed as the lust hazed him to let the vines do their dirty work. He kept moaning and shouting profanities and half-resisting and thrusting his hips almost automatically. Pre and slimes leaked from the vine sucking his penis spilled around his lower abdomen. The friction was flawless, the slickness was flawless, and Simon was now mentally begging for release.

He was coming and prepared for his defeat against the vines. He lost and they won.

The sucking vine did not stop or slow down, the rhythm was the same but satisfying. At any moment, Simon was going to cum. He could not wait and assisted in thrusting faster his hips in the air to accelerate his climax sooner than later than being at the mercy of the vines stimulating his whole body and the vine sucking his dick.

"GRRR--COME ON!!!" he grunted between his clenching teeth.

His penis pounded the strong vine and pre and vine fluids splattered everywhere and increased his speed at full throttle until....

He threw his head back and loudly groaned at his massive release. His penis throbbed with immense expulsion and blew his load inside the vine still pumping him ceaselessly. His body spasmed and shuddered, as he moaned and looked back, he saw the vine inflating like a comical balloon as it struggled to take his whole load without dropping a single drop. But it was too much, it burst into an explosion of his own cum and splashed towards his face.

SPURT!!! SPLAT!!!

Through his barely cognizant mind, a warm drip hit under his long muzzle, and another hit his eye. Simon moaned on the bed, he writhed and shuddered as he ejaculated without one hand stroking his throbbing penis that flopped out from his plaid boxers' fly, and a series of thick ropes of cum splattered his whole scaled chest and then abdomen. His orgasm hazed and obstructed his half-awake state into a stupor while the morning light was shining from the window as he kept on spasming his hips upwards.

"G-gah!!!" he writhed his head left and right unpredictably when another burst of cum shot in the air uncontrollably and smeared around his front body and bed.

Once he realized what was going on with his body, he stared at the ceiling seeing stars and weird colors in his vision until it all cleared up as he was catching his breath, ceasing his blissful pleasure that dazed him blindly.

"Hah... hah..." he breathed along with his chest heaving heavily and propped himself up with his arms on the bed as he gathered himself together and figured out it was all a dream...

"What...?" He looked at the aftermath. His penis lay limply on his lower abdomen and dripping a little of semen from the last pulse of his ejaculation and the rest that splattered on him. "What the fuck...?" his hand subconsciously brushed his stomach as if to check it was his own semen that came out from his member. Obviously, it was his.

Quickly remembering the dream that caused this mess... That was... fucking intense, he thought. Did he have an erotic and lucid encounter with horny vines from a video game? He checked his arms and legs with no signs of rope marks or anything of the sort but nothing, and somehow had the vague sensation of being tied up. One leg did get entangled by the blanket, he must have shifted and moved around on the bed, knocking or pushing the blanket off of him as he dreamt. It spooked him that he almost liked it...? He was a little confused but... "Holy shit..."

The door knocked. "Hey, Simon, are you okay in there, man?" His roommate Larry opened the door, "I hear you groaning and..." The weasel stopped there and froze.

Simon stared at his roommate with a frozen jaw stuttering something. "Uhhh..."

Larry's eyes boggled wide open. "Simon?"

"Uh... I can explain..."

"Wet dream?" Larry concluded.

"Yeah... wet dream..." Simon said in defeat and embarrassingly.

Well, that was one hell of a dream Simon would never forget, and curiously would explore his kinks in the future.

The End?