Airtight - A story from 'The Institute'.
Story 2 (in a series of cheap smut that is not likely to be in any way sequential!)
Okay. Another one of those 'Institute' stories because I had an urge for plants and tentacles. Well, that and subby girly red pandas getting what they deserve. Oh yes.
I know it's just smut and pretty mindless at that. However, I really would appreciate any constructive criticism should you feel inclined to provide it. I really do need to improve my creative writing.
(-edit- Oh, nearly forgot. To the best of my knowledge, the name 'Gen' in Chinese means 'Root'. Ironic, huh?)
The Institute.
A highly secretive research facility releasing technologies that change the very world we live in. It's the kind of place the government can pour funding into, safe in the knowledge that it's money well spent. As such, they never think to ask what happens behind those mysterious doors. As long as the innovations keep pouring out at a regular pace, the scientists are left to their own devices.
And such devices...
"You're not coming?!"
Gen nearly yelled down the phone, his tail beginning to flit angrily back and forth. "Come on Jerry. I booked the hotel room and everything. Hell, I'm there now!"
The panda had, until a few seconds previously, been reclined lazily on the plush hotel room bed. He now perched somewhat angrily with his legs over the side. He could scarcely believe that the wolf was cancelling on him. On HIM, of all people.
"Come on honey. I'm wearing those panties you like and everything. You're telling me that you can resist plowing this ass? Seriously?"
The muffled voice at the other end of the phone confirmed that he would indeed have to resist plowing that ass and that he was genuinely sorry for the family emergency that had come up.
"Fine." grumbled the obviously furious panda before putting the receiver down with a shade too much force and collapsing back onto the bed. Gen had been looking forward to getting reamed tonight by one of his favourite fuck-buddies and the hotel room had cost him a fair chunk of change.
Gen was a fine example of his species. Like most red pandas he was lithe and supple, not an ounce of fat on his body owing to a serious passion for vegetables and salad. Unlike most red pandas, he was gay and an unashamed cock whore.
He would never screw for money. He had some standards. However, he did have a few regular friends he could count on whenever he needed certain itches scratched. Jerry was probably his favourite and he was greatly anticipating getting railed a good few times tonight. As far as his parents knew, he was attending a concert and then crashing in a hotel.
Well, he mused, at least one of those things was true. He had no shame about still living with his parents at 22. He just hadn't got round to making anything of his life yet. College still seemed like such a long way away and besides; he was already a gifted fashion designer in his own mind!
Sighing deeply, Gen turned his attention to the large flat-screen TV on the wall at the end of the bed, resigning himself to a night of bad TV and room service. He'd already checked the hotel's TV and all the films were crappy releases from 5 years ago. Worse still, the only channels available were all either local cable or pay-per-view. Even the so-called 'adult entertainment' channels were all horribly tame and heterosexual.
He picked up the remote and lazily opened the room service menu. Again the list was mainly not to his taste and he huffed. The majority of the selections were not vegetarian and the dishes that were all seemed to be bland and uninteresting. Typical hotel fare! He eventually opted for the 'Deluxe Vegetarian Platter' and charged it to his account.
Approximately half an hour later there was a sudden knocking. The panda dragged himself away from a 15 year old rerun of Frasier and sashayed to the door, raising his compact frame onto tiptoes to look through the spyhole.
The figure stood in the hallway was a sullen looking raccoon wearing what looked to be a porter's uniform two sizes too small for him. Gen stifled a chuckle at the comical figure before stepping back to open the door. He'd almost been hoping that the delivery boy would be somebody worth seducing.
Silently, the porter wheeled a trolley into the room with a white sheet over it. On the top was some kind of silver dish with a large domed lid on it, presumably containing the 'sumptuous vegetarian feast' that the menu had promised. The raccoon left the tray in the corner and then turned to pad slowly out of the room. Gen tilted his head a little as he watched the raccoon.
"Hey. Hey Mister!"
The raccoon stopped in the doorway and turned back towards the occupant of the room. He raised a brow in a silent 'yes?'.
"Don't you want a tip or anything? Isn't this the part where you stand there coughing expectantly and holding out a paw?" the panda quipped, a light smirk on his face.
He expected some kind of witty comeback or perhaps a chuckle from the put-upon staff member. Instead he was rewarded with a brief shrug as the raccoon then left the room, closing the door behind him. The panda was temporarily lost for words, unsure whether to complain about the service or celebrate the fact he got away without tipping. He eventually settled for investigating the trolley.
The silver domed tray looked to be a good size and he very nearly got his hopes up. This could be something more substantial than the usual mixed salad he was expecting. With a certain amount of trepidation he lifted a corner of the lid and peered in.
He quickly reeled and fell back onto the bed as a cloud of pink gas exploded from underneath the lid. He couldn't help breathing in some of the strangely cloying substance in his surprise, the cloud floating up the ceiling of the room before rapidly dispersing.
Both alarmed and somewhat afraid, he started to make his way towards the door of the room, away from the suspect trolley. Or at least he tried to. The room was starting to circle around and his eyes were beginning to sting. He tried to resist sleeping. He really did. With one last cough, he finally succumbed to the gas and collapsed back onto the bed.
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Light. Bright. Harsh.
The panda cracked his eyes open a fraction to slowly accustom himself to the clinical glare of the lights overhead. He couldn't remember the lights in the hotel being this bright. He couldn't really remember leaving them turned on. Come to think of it, he DEFINITELY couldn't remember being restrained!
He gave a little mewl of concern as his situation dawned on him. He was secured to the floor in a spread eagle position and utterly naked! The room around him was completely unfamiliar, looking like some kind of crazy padded cell; all white panels and clinical lighting. Well, except for some massively overgrown plant in one corner.
It looked straight out of any number of bad sci-fi films he had seen. A massive bundle of vines and creepers, all bundled and knotted together from roof to floor. Gen was no expert in biology but the imposing mass of greenery didn't look like anything from this planet. This suspicion was then very quickly confirmed as the huge entity seemed to sense his presence and began to shuffle noisily towards him?!
The red panda snapped fully to his senses as the full details of his predicament sunk in to his sleep addled brain. He panicked and struggled against the metal restraints with a frenzied energy, his eyes widening desperately and his head shaking as the writhing mass of vines slowly approached his prone form. The cuffs at his ankles and wrists unsurprisingly refused to budge an inch, their cold steel grips keeping his lithe body spread eagled and vulnerable for the approaching horror which seemed to be in no rush.
The restrained male looked on in terror as one vine seemed to snake out of the mass and start writhing towards him! The curious appendage was as thin as a finger and a vivid green in colour. However, alarmingly, there seemed to be a small bulbous pod on the tip of it leaking some sort of thick purple... goo.
The vine reached his left hind paw and brushed clumsily against the sole. The panda shuddered darkly and tried to pull the limb away but to no avail. The restraint held fast. However, the vine was not interested in his paw. It continued to move up his leg in a slow, snakelike manner. It reached his exposed crotch and Gen braced himself, expecting
the worst...
It moved on without incident, leaving only a small puddle of the gooey nectar smeared over his fuzzy white balls. It seemed to have other plans, making its way up to his head and then bumping against his maw. Gen's eye widened and he closed his mouth tightly. There was no way he was about to let that thing in. Not while he had any say in the matter.
The plant bumped against his closed lips a few more times, trying different angles and smooshing the sticky nectar all over his pristine fur. It instinctively knew there was a way in somehow, it just needed to find it.
Another vine, much smaller, snuck out of the plant mass and towards the restrained mammal's hind paw. Distracted as he was by the potential mouth invader, he didn't notice the much thinner vine bend in the middle and then extend swiftly, cracking like a whip right against the tender sole of his paw!
Gen opened his maw in a yelp of pain and the plant seized the opportunity, moving with terrifying speed. The oozing vine which, until now, had been lazily pushing against him surged forward into his open mouth, splattering a healthy dose of the purple goo over his tongue and causing him to cough and gag. Through his panic and alarm he briefly registered a taste of something sweet and curiously familiar. The memory was fleeting, however, as the bulb at the end of the vine began to swell alarmingly, stretching his maw wide open and locking the intruder behind his teeth. The prone panda screamed muffledly and shook his head, trying desperately to eject the intruder with his tongue, to bite down with his teeth, to do anything he could to get it out again!
Now that the first vine was locked into its victim, the plant shuddered and began to extend further feelers. Preoccupied as he was, the panda couldn't see the mixture of interesting shapes approaching his struggling form, each of them leaking the same gooey nectar as they sought out their individual targets. Each one had a specific purpose and seemed instinctively to know where it was heading.
Gen continued to cough and splutter. The thick bulb wedged in his maw was still leaking the sickly sweet substance and, given his predicament, all he could do was swallow it down in long sticky gulps. The fluid felt warm and heavy as it oozed down his throat and into his stomach, the panda blushing a deep shade of crimson beneath his fur as the somewhat phallic vine lazily unloaded into him.
The next vine reached its target. The width of the panda's tumescent cock and oozing unspeakable amounts of the purple goo; it bumped clumsily against the panda's tailhole. His struggling stopped for a split second. The panda was no stranger to back door action. He'd had his fair share of well hung suitors plowing him senseless in any number of bedrooms and he was all too familiar with what would happen next. He was going to be raped by a plant! The captive screamed muffledly around the mouth plug, clenching his rear as tight as he could to prevent the invader gaining entry.
The effort was entirely futile. The plant had dealt with stubborn subjects before and the vine smeared messily against his pucker before starting to apply pressure. The panda's eyes closed tightly as he felt the invader stretch him open bit by bit. It was patient in its efforts and it eventually paid off as the 'head' of the vine slurped past his protesting ring with a soft pop.
Gen renewed the tugging against the restraints, bucking his hips up and down in a futile effort to dislodge the vine. If it was anything like the one in his maw, he needed to get it out before...
He was too late. The tip of the vine in his ass began to inflate, just like the oral invader had done previously. He gave a moan, partly in fear but with a definite hint of lust as the pod grew slowly and surely, stretching his inner walls. He was all too familiar with the feeling, being no stranger to canines knotting his bowels in the past. He absolutely loved the sensation; usually moaning approval around another throbbing prick in his maw as his own cock would dribble and twitch approval. This situation was radically different and yet... oddly similar?
The mass continued to swell inside his rear until he could have sworn it was the size of a softball. The poor panda had never had anything quite so large back there. Hell, even the largest canine that had ever knotted him hadn't stretched him this badly!
The plant sensed that the vine was well seated inside the subject. Even so, it gave a slow and insistent tug on the vine to make sure. The muffled cries from the panda raised in volume as the swollen mass in his rear tugged hard against his tailhole. It was far too large to exit but, against all odds, it felt heavenly! The panda hadn't noticed until now but his cock had sneakily worked free of his sheath and was straining against the humid air of the test chamber, a tremor of delight running through the shaft as the large bulge settled snugly back into his bowels with a slurp.
Unseen eyes must have been monitoring the situation as the restraining cuffs at his wrists and ankles suddenly clicked free and retreated back into the floor. A brief surge of elation fought its way to the surface of his mind like an explosion. He was free!
The panda could scarcely believe it and wasted no time in grabbing the vine lodged in his maw. He began to pull at the steadily leaking invader, trying to dislodge it from his slightly aching jaw. By this time he had gulped down enough of the sticky purple goo that his once slender form was starting to show a definite bulge around the tummy area. He still had no idea if the goop was dangerous or not.
He couldn't do it. He tried his claws on the vine, he tried pulling it out and biting down on it but nothing worked! The bulb was too large to remove without him dislocating his jaw in the process. Gen rolled onto his side and then shakily onto his paws and knees, his head hanging down as he tried to take stock of the situation. He was having a very hard time thinking straight; almost as if his senses were working through a fog.
The plant chose this moment to start the next part of the process. It began rhythmically moving the bulb in his tailhole, the swollen vine tugging somewhat firmly against his protesting pucker before surging forward to mash against his prostate. Gen's eyes widened, his resolve crumbling away like a pile of dust in a firm breeze. He was trapped here by this crazy creature, plugged firmly at both ends and with an embarrassingly hard cock twitching between his legs. He could barely string thoughts together and, as another gulp of the sticky nectar oozed down his throat he dimly worked it out. The nectar must be an aphrodisiac!
The thought was too late to help him. His higher brain was screaming at him to fight this, to struggle and find some way out of this bizarre situation. His body... his body began to thrust back against the vine in what could only be described as eagerness. He hung his head, a mixture of shame and submission, as he sacrificed himself to the plant's intentions.
The limited sentience of the plant had witnessed this behaviour before. Countless times. Somehow, it knew that it would be able to proceed without too much in the way of struggle. The second vine always seemed to do the trick.
The swollen bulge in Gen's rear gave a shudder and began to pump copious amounts of the sticky purple liquid up into his guts. It was as if a fire hose had opened up and was flooding his insides with the hot stickiness. He rolled his eyes and gave a lewd moan through his nose. However, at the same time, the bulb in his maw deflated and the vine slowly and deliberately worked its way out from his mouth. He coughed and gagged, a healthy splatter of the goo pouring out of his aching mouth. That familiar taste flooded back across his tongue but he was too far gone to care by this point. He suspected that the nectar had already done its work.
More vines and creepers burst forth from the plant. A thin tendril shot between his legs and swiftly began to coil around his dangling balls. It wrapped round three, four, he lost count of how many times, his twin orbs bulging in their sac at the sudden assault and his cock dribbling a few beads of precum.
Creepers wrapped around his wrists and ankles and hoisted the tormented panda into the air as if he weighed nothing at all. He gasped as the plant moved him around, securing his arms behind his back with minimal effort and damn near bending him over double. Through all the confusion and commotion, he gave a silent prayer of thanks that he was flexible.
Once he was safely in position, the plant notched up the assault. The vine in his ass, unbelievably, started to grow! The bulb in his ass remained the same size but the neck of the vine seemed to be inflating to match the girth. He gritted his teeth and wailed, his sphincter stretching to accommodate the vine which was rapidly approaching the width of his wrist. All the while the tendril around his balls alternated between giving gentle tugs and rather more harsh pressure, the poor panda's cock bobbing and leaking in sympathy with each firm yank.
Gen pulled his arms against the plant's restraints, trying to free his paws to reach down to his straining erection. The slender shaft was feeling somewhat neglected by this point and the panda wanted, no, NEEDED to cum. A feeling that was firmly compounded by the anal intruder, now shaped not unlike a fist, working roughly back and forth in his bowels.
He had no words. He started to utter a stream of gasps, moans and syllables as the plant 'fisted' his eager ass, thick gooey gobs of the purple fluid being forced out of his distended rear with every surge. The sticky goo dribbled over his soft white fur and down to his balls which the plant was now stretching cruelly. The tension on the abused panda's nuts could practically be seen, the skin stretched TIGHT around the two throbbing orbs.
Soon enough, the constant grinding at his prostate and pressure on his balls became too much. The panda started thrashing in his bonds and screaming out as his cock unloaded, spraying the walls and floor of the chamber with a fairly impressive amount of his seed. His balls, restrained though they were, managed to provide amply despite the lack of attention to his cock.
It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Every spurt of his semen caused his balls to throb damn near painfully, the tormented orbs trying to retract into his body and the strong vine keeping them good and stretched, not letting up one bit.
Presently his orgasm began to fade. A few last spurts from his cock signalled the end of his climax and he panted heavily, trying to recover some of his senses. Perhaps now he could work on formulating some kind of escap...
The plant wasn't even close to being done with the poor panda.
Over the course of what seemed like hours, it managed to squeeze at least another 5 orgasms from him. It sucked his nipples with strange bell shaped vines until they were red raw. It further tormented his crotch, creating elaborate ball harnesses with its tendrils. It fucked his mouth and ass with a wonderfully varied series of shapes, leaving his poor tailhole gaping open and leaking more of that gooey nectar. It worked him through an elaborate series of sexual positions and restrained him in ways he'd never even dreamed possible. It poured so much of that purple goop into him that he thought he might explode. Worst of all, through the whole experience, the plant never once stimulated his cock.
Not once.
*****
The door to the chamber opened with a mute hiss and two familiar raccoons sauntered into the chamber carrying mops and buckets. Frank wandered over to the far wall without ceremony and got quietly to work cleaning away splatters of jism and purple goo. Ernest, meanwhile, surveyed the limp and curiously bloated wreckage that was the red panda with a smirk.
"Holy crap, man. Would you look at that?". He grinned and shook his head, bending down to scoop up the prone form of the unconscious Gen and slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He was covered almost head to foot with the purple nectar and Ernest knew it would take quite a bit of work to get it out of his fur.
"Poor guy looks like he was screwed seven ways to Sunday. Almost feel sorry for the little... FRANK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Ernest nearly dropped the panda and had to steady himself. He was gazing intently at Frank who was staring back guiltily, his paw covered with the purple goo and a good amount of it dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Ernest frowned and shook his head.
"Frank, you do realise that's grape jello right?". Frank, for his part, nodded slowly and tried his very best to look innocent. "That stuff will put pounds on you. It's practically all sugar.".
Frank tilted his head and opened his mouth as if to protest. He was swiftly interrupted by his partner.
"Forget it. Just get the walls done man. I'll deal with the young fella here.". Ernest and Frank nodded in agreement to each other and got down to their work.
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ZZZT! ZZZT! ZZZT! ZZZT! ZZZT! ZZZT! ZZZT!
Gen's eyes snapped open with a start as the shrieking alarm rattled him out of a particularly deep sleep. The dim hotel room slowly swam into focus as his vision caught up with the rest of his body. Shafts of light were piercing the curtains, throwing illumination onto the harshly buzzing alarm clock. The panda wearily reached an arm over and scrambled for the button, managing to hit every conceivable wrong choice until stumbling on the correct option. The noise ended abruptly and, uttering a low moan, he wearily dragged himself out of bed.
Something felt wrong. The usually svelte panda was feeling severely bloated and, running a paw over the delicate fur of his tummy, he gave a confused mewl. It felt as if he had eaten a 5 course dinner. Possibly two! Shaking his head a little to ward off the last fuzzy remains of sleep, he turned his attention to the hotel tray sitting in the corner of the room.
"What the hell did I eat last night?" He muttered, working his way over to the lidded silver platter. He was aching like crazy in so many different ways. The panda had been in the middle of some fairly heavy gang bangs in his time and this was generally what the aftermath of one felt like. Well, all except for feeling like he was about 4 months pregnant. That one was new.
Gen lifted the lid on the platter, half expecting to see the last remnants of an entire bamboo plantation. Perhaps the remains of... oh God. He shuddered slightly. Not a kebab, surely?
What he perhaps did not expect to see was a simple silver plate with a large bundle of notes on it. The binder holding the notes together read $5,000 and the size of the stack pretty much tallied with the figure.
He damn near collapsed on the spot. This had to be a mistake? I mean, he couldn't... it wasn't... it wouldn't be right to... ah, who the hell was he kidding?
His resolve, which was hardly the strongest to begin with, shattered like a mirror being run over by a road roller. He furtively glanced around, half expecting to see some shadowy gangster stood in the corner wielding a bat and a mean expression. Some sharp dressed panther, maybe? Possibly adorned with horns and holding a pitchfork.
No such figure materialised.
Gen turned abruptly and started for the shower. Checkout was in a little over two hours and he wanted to be out way before then. He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to spend it on but it sure as hell wasn't going to be food!