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The woods were lovely dark and deep... Ember grinned to himself as he tucked the edges of his blue and white scarf a bit more firmly into his jacket. The poetic thought was quite lovely and would have been even better if it hadn't been thought up by a man who was long dead. Still, it was very dark and deep and full of changing leaves that appeared in vibrant reds and golds. He clutched his journal in one paw as he pushed through the undergrowth and wagged his tail back and forth. Away from the city and in the heart of a forest, it was absolutely perfect! He'd be able to get his thoughts together and see places that people didn't go terribly often. Biggest forest he could find too and he had spent most of the morning getting away from all the campers.

The forest was sharp with the scents of fallen leaves and new growth. The trees hadn't lost their leaves yet and were still casting off acorns and seeds that would lay dormant through the winter. He struggled and twisted through several sets of bushes before he managed to stumble out into the first clearing he'd seen in the last two hours. He kicked some leaves off of his paws and shook himself out as he looked around the small area and the green lush grass that held a scattering of leaves. A small stream ran through the middle of the place and boasted several large rocks with small vines laced over them and delicate buds.

The grey wolf let out a grateful sigh and dropped his pack on the ground along with his note book before making a beeline towards the stream. He'd been hoping to find somewhere he could refill his canteen and he hardly had to worry about pollution out here. He dropped down to one knee and slipped his bare paw into the clear cool water. His fingers spread and teased the ripples that did nothing to hide the bottom of the stream. Ancient roots seemed to be running and arching just beneath the surface as he cupped palm to collect some of the crystal liquid. His paw pulled free of the surface and the world, reality and everything he ever knew changed with it.

The world bucked beneath him and the stream that was only inches beneath the pack of his paw started to roll in waves as something beneath the moist earth rippled and trembled. Ember dropped the paw that held the water and clutched at the grass as he felt it writhing under him. The sod wasn't attached to the earth beneath it, it rippled and twisted like a rug being thrown about on a polished floor. The wolf dropped down onto his belly and clutched the ground as it felt as if an earth quake were flinging him around, except no trees trembled, the earth didn't shake. It was only the ground beneath him roiled as if something moved beneath the surface.

He only had enough time to try and crawl back away from the creek when the ground beside him burst open. The grass and dirt blasted open as something dark black-green and glistening twisted and rose upwards. The explosion repeated itself behind him and again in the water. Cold splashes hit him as the creek seemed to rip itself open with tendrils that curled and twisted into the air. Damp leaves unfurled and coils of delicate vines clung along the base and spread over the grass. It was as if he were watching a fast forward of a plant growing, but never like this. He didn't even have time to do more then scream out in fear when his ankles were snagged. The tendrils coiled upwards and twisted as the plant seemed to grow up along his legs like a creeping vine.

"LET GO!!!" He kicked out desperately, but there was no response except a thinner tendril twisting and catching around his neck.

The vines didn't feel like plants, they felt muscled and powerful as they clutched and squeezed. He scrabbled at the ground to drag himself away, but as the plant grew he was hauled into the air. His fingers tore along the grass before he was held completely at the strange flora's mercy. Ember tried to dig his claws into the tendrils around his neck in an effort to tear them from the main pant, but his claws only slipped over the flesh.

The thickest tendrils extended out and almost daintily curled along the edge of his pants. He felt something almost like suction cups tugging against him before the plant plunged down the fabric. The relatively thin tip rapidly engorged and spread open as it ran along the line of his pants. The fabric drew taut briefly before the pressure tore the seams and he felt the material fluttering free along his upper legs. His yelp of fear rose up while he kicked his trapped leg out frantically only to feel the remnants of his pants yanked harder and the cloth fluttered down to the ground.

The wolf curled his tail between his legs to try and cover himself. His eyes bulged and ears flattened down while the tendrils twisted beneath his shirt and the buttons snapped. All too soon he was left kicking in struggling with his furred white belly and silvery back bared to the light. Only his scarf was left, the tendril around his neck pinned it down in place. It was no protection. No protection. The fear started to reach a breaking point when the tendril along his neck flexed and the very tip jabbed upwards. Ember tried to duck as the glistening tip snapped him on the muzzle and caught the edge of his tongue.

The moment the plant brushed his tongue nearly invisible fine needles jabbed out to cause a brief stinging sensation to spread along the appendage. Ember yelped out and snapped his tongue back in to try and protect it, but the damage had been done. The microscopic needles clung to his tongue, but the sting was oh so brief. It tingled as the plant's drug used the point of entry to escape into his blood stream. He kicked his legs out and flicked his tongue out as warmth seemed to spill from the tip and down his throat. The flush rose along his cheeks, but the wolf could barely concentrate on the foreign sensation as the tendrils clutched at him and he lost sight of the ground as he was twisted about.

He could only feel the grip of the strange muscled things clutching and rippling as another twisted around his other leg. Where they touched heat seemed to pulse through him and flare to life. Where they caressed he grew intimately aware of relaxation making it harder to fight. His muscles refused to contract and tense, instead inch by inch his form gave into the hold they had on him. His mind felt fuzzy and as if something thick and sticky clung to it. It was impossible to drag his thoughts free, drag his fear free, his anger and confusion. It was like sticky sap that slowed everything he thought down as the drug plunged through his system. Just a small amount was needed. Just a tiny spill to make the creature complacent and compatible for a plant which had watched the march of time.

One of the tendrils twisted down and the wolf's muzzle was forced open as the thin edge slipped down beneath his lip. His tongue flicked out slightly, only to feel the tentacle extend down to curl along the tip of it. It brushed over the taste buds with a sweetness akin to maple syrup. He didn't know why he should close his mouth, but he knew he should. He knew he should fight, but his mind refused to think of it. His parted his muzzle wider as the tendril plunged down over his tongue and the glistening flush rubbed over his tongue. Something sticky and viscous oozed out of the tip as his throat convulsed to gulp it down instinctively.

Oh god, what's happening... The thought brushed briefly over his mind as delicate vines twisted around the base of his tail and his legs were forced open.

His body felt alive with need, desire, pleasure and anticipation that were at odds with the terror he knew he should have felt. He arched in the tendril's holds and threw his weight against them while his tail was yanked upwards to allow something blunt and slimy to nestle up along the hidden pucker. He clenched down automatically, but warmth drooled over the opening and the poison relaxed the trembling muscles. He muffled a groan around the tentacle in his maw, only to have another thick inch of the plant forcing itself down while thick hot rolls of wetness spilled out of the tip. It coated his throat so thickly that he convulsively swallowed to feel the warmth flowing towards his belly. Did it matter? Why was he fighting? None of this mattered. He was here for a reason and he should give into it. Become a part of it. Feel the pleasure of it.

The thoughts rolled through his mind as the tip of the tendril pushed hard against his pucker and forced a thick dollop of fluid into his passage. His walls spread open slowly under the pressure that pushed his hips upwards. His jaws clutched and squeezed around the tendril as he managed a groaning cry before the tip plunged into his passage. The walls clamped down tightly as the thick oozing tip spread the wetness in sticky strands. It was too much to even be compared to precum. It spilled out steadily and forced its way out around the flesh while he was struggling to swallow the liquid heat plunging into his throat. He nearly choked around it only to feel the sweet taste spilling and dribbling along the corners of his muzzle. The fur matted down as he bucked hard against the tendrils.

Inch by inch the tentacle pushed beneath his tail. His walls were forced to stretch open wider and wider while he clamped his walls down harder around it. It was textured and there were strange nubs that tugged through him as he pushed backwards against it. The wetness made it easing into him a bit easier, but by no means easy. It was too thick for that. His walls were stretching lewdly wide, almost to the point that he should have been scared. He wasn't scared. The pleasure was rolling through him as the tendril gave a sharp thrust that bucked his hips into the air. It was only then that he realized his shaft had pushed out of his sheath, the red tip glistened in the light as he muffled his high pitched whimpers.

Some part of him knew he should be terrified, but the thought couldn't stay. Not with the plant's poison flowing through him and forcing the blood the flow and his pleasure centers to be stimulated. He moved his paws up and clutched at the tendril in his mouth before suckling down around. His nostrils flared open wide as he swallowed and clutched greedily around it while his stomach felt almost afire with the thick gooey wetness that he pulled from it. The tentacle beneath his tail suddenly gave a shove upwards that made his entire body shudder. His walls clamped down tightly as the tip curled and twisted within him. It brushed and rubbed over the silken muscular passage while he pushed his hips backwards.

Something thickened right along the tip of the tendril, but he wasn't truly concentrating on that. He was concentrating on the building pleasure instead. The feel of the flesh of the plant thickening was the last thing on his mind. He groaned out softly when the pleasure flared higher at the feel of something wrapping around the base of his cock. Small delicate vines curled and twisted around the base of his shaft and the knot and twined themselves higher to contract and pull around him. It was a flood of sensations that he struggled to come to terms with. His entire body felt swollen and pulsed in time with his pounding heart beat.

Ever so slowly the bulge on the tendril that had claimed his under tail pushed forward and wedged up against his tail hole. The wolf shuddered and his walls contracted as he yanked his head backwards. The glistening tendril slipped free of his maw leaving a strand of wet goo splashing along his tongue and lips as he gripped it. Ember snarled out and his back curved as the orb wedged and forced the tight anal ring to spread open. His walls were caressed with a thickness he had never thought he could experience. They strained open and squeezed as the muscular tendril forced the orb upwards despite the contractions.

He could feel the faint knots and patterns on the tendril as the orb pushed ever higher beneath his tail. He arched his hips and tried to thrust into the tendrils around his cock as his precum dribbled out. He knew he should be terrified, but that didn't come into it. All he knew was the moment the orb pushed along a certain part of his passage that he jerked forward and his tongue lolled out. He rolled his hips higher up before the orb passed further within him and a second began to force him open. The bumps rippled and caressed him while the tendril forced them upwards. His pucker gaped open wide at the thickest point before his own suckling passage helped pull it inwards.

The wolf shuddered and flicked his tongue out to lick at the tendril that had been in his muzzle. His tongue swiped up the sweet ooze that dribbled from the tip. He squeezed his eyes shut and gave himself over to the plant entirely. He could no more deny this strange creature then he could deny the orgasm that was building. His knot stretching and pulling the vines around his knot taut so that the pressure contracted and his white furred orbs pulled upwards. He curled his toe tips and wrapped his lips over the tip of the tendril against to muffle the harsh howling cry of pleasure as the pulling tendrils pushed him over the edge.

His tip erupted out with ropes of seed that flung upwards to splatter against his tip, along the vines and tendrils. His walls contracted down and pulled harder around the tentacle that had violated him only to feel something heavy the thick push itself free from the tip. It erupted into him with a thick wash of heavy goo that dribbled into his channel. His walls only pulled harder around it to try and coax it deeper. His stomach started to draw out taut as the heavy fluid wrapped around the orb and secured it. The gel sealing him before the second orb forced up higher and the tendril drew backwards just enough to make room.

Ember cried out at the sensation of the orb pushing inwards even as the tendril pulled backwards. His cock flexed harder against his belly and a thick dribble of his seed oozed down over the suckling tendrils to glazed along them. The second orb pushed itself free and he pulled his lips back away from the tendril to stare in starting horror at his belly. The second orb forced his belly to stretch out just that much more and it only grew as hot thick syrupy wetness flowed into him. He snapped his jaws shut and let out a high pitched whimper, but couldn't make his body struggle as the second seed was sealed inside of him. And all he could do was feel his treacherous body milking and suckling around the tendril.

It was nearly an hour before his dripping sticky body was dropped down onto the disrupted earth. His cock still hard and knot fully swollen as his tongue lolled out and he managed to cough up a dribble of something sweet and sticky. It took even longer for him to scramble to his paws and stare around the clearing with glazed eyes. He didn't truly see the clearing, he only knew what the plant had placed in his mind. He only knew the command that had been pumped into his blood stream, forced into his stomach and swallowed down his throat. A command that he could no more deny then he could take away the ecstasy he had felt with the tendrils milking and violating him.

Ember's paws were shaking as he stumbled from the clearing and his muzzle turned north to the part of the forest he hadn't yet reached. He must find a clearing with clear cool water or a shallow pond. He mind find two of them. He had to find them. And soon. When the sap that he had swallowed down passed lower it would trigger the seeds with him. He had to find a place to lay the seeds where they would flourish and grow to their full potential. No matter how large they were or how his body trembled with exhaustion the command had been burned into his mind.

As he stumbled through his forest, he left behind his note book and clothing. He left behind everything that he'd brought with him save his scarf. It didn't matter. His body was burning with the edges of pleasure and it would last until the last seed had been planted and then he could rest. Just until the last seed was planted. And then he would have to go back to the ancient plant for more. The addiction already burning through him to experience it again and again. The creature had finally found what it had wanted. A carrier to spread its kind over the face of the earth again. By spring dozens would fill the forest and await their own carriers.