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A phone call in the middle of the night is never a good sign.

"Come into work now. Right now. We have a big problem."

"Hhmmm... wha... ohh... Dr. Tuber what time is it?"

"Fescue Maps, I said right now! This is urgent, the situation is getting out of control."

"Alright, alright. I'll hurry right over."

Dr. Harold Tuber had woken me up a just few hours after midnight. I would have loved to roll back over into bed, but I don't think he's ever used my first and last time together since he first interviewed me for the botanist assistant's job. I figured urgent meant just that, so I grabbed yesterday's work clothes off of the floor and rushed over to the greenhouse as quickly as I could. Everything looked normal on the outside and seemed the same until I went downstairs into the botanica.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The botanica was a cluttered mess to the point where I could barley see the walls on the opposite end. There were long green vines growing every which way, some were growing ridiculously tall, others were climbing the walls. Judging by the patterns of their growth, the vines were just trying to grow and take over as much space as possible, growing over the other plants even and only showing discursion for the ultra violent lights that were keeping them alive underground.

"There you are, Maps. Don't take another step inside, get your otter butt undressed and grab a pair of clippers."

I should have known that much already, it had been weeks now since he first showed me around the botanica and we fed the pods. The strict rule was no clothing so as not to risk bringing in new plants from the outside. I quickly undressed under the stairs and found a pair of hedge clippers in the same cupboard that I had seen Dr. Tuber always grab he satchel from. I joined the doctor as quickly as I could while still being careful with the clippers in my paw. He just gave me a nod and started to cut down some of the vines, I did the same and we slowly worked our way throughout the botanica.

"I messed up bad, Maps. I don't know what I was thinking." I could hear how disappointed the sheepdog was with himself by the tone of his voice. It was enough to bring out concern in my own.

"It's just a lot more work right Dr. Tuber? I think we can fix it."

He shook his head. "I wish it was that simple. Even when we cut all of these down she's just going to end up making more. I gave Venus an experiment with the kudzu we had growing upstairs, but now she has used it to make these." On the word "these" the canine's voice became almost angry as he snapped down another vine.

"So we don't know any way to make her unlearn it?"

"No. Now she can do this whenever she wants. Look at this, the vines are trying to grow to the surface, by morning she would have every plant in the greenhouse to hybrid with."

I cut down another few creeping vines, pulling down the taller ones to get them off of the walls. "This is crazy fast, even for her. We were just down here this afternoon and there was no sign of anything extra growing."

"Exactly, Maps. Some of these are new but others she had to have had growing underground for a while. Venus is more intelligent than we thought, she knows to hide things from us and it makes me worried about what else she has underground. I think about every other plant I've ever given her and now I have no idea what she is capable of."

I could tell the entire situation was bringing the doctor a heavy burden of stress. I gave his back a gentle scritching and tried to show him as much of my musteline optimism as I could with a warm smile. "Let's just get the cutting out of the way first, Okay? Take some time to think about the situation and we'll go over it together on the surface."

Dr. Tuber gave me a nod and we spent the rest of the night into the morning just cutting down vines. By the time we were finished our muscles were sore and our fur was damp with sweat. Discretion was of the utmost importance, so we had to settle for grounding the vines into mulch instead of burning them. The doctor was kind enough to let me return home for a hot shower and a clean pair of clothes before I came back to work. We checked the botanica again every half hour and saw that the vines were still growing, but slower and slower. They weren't going to be a problem again any time soon. The doctor rest his heavy paw on my shoulder once again and seemed to give a sigh of relief. "Should be set for a while. Come Maps, we'll go into the greenhouse for today. I feel like I don't even want to see the botanica again for a week." I followed upstairs into his office tucked away in the back of the greenhouse. He sealed the entrance with his heavy desk and found a chair so we could sit together and talk for a while.

"So what are we going to do now?" I was curious and even more worried.

"Obviously we have to stop feeding her. Obviously she has water, soil, light, all that is missing is our 'special ingredient.'"

I couldn't let out a soft whine. Not only did I grow a deep liking for the feeling of the plants, but it meant I wouldn't see the doctor's naked body for quite a while. If ever again. "I guess... you're right."

"I'm serious, Maps. Not even the smoochers, if something happens and they can root into the main soil they'll share their fill with Venus. We have to cut her off completely."

I wasn't used to him being this stern with me. "I understand Dr. Tuber. It'll just be like before when I didn't know anything."

"Alright, good."

We just sat there for quite a while, he was rubbing his head as if he had a terrible headache. I just waited and let him think. He was a smart dog, I figured if there was some way for us to salvage our research here then he would know it.

Finally he spoke in a low quiet tone. "Uproot everything inside the greenhouse and salt the earth."

"You have so many exotic plants from all over. If I do that they will all die."

"That's exactly why we're going to do it."

I felt like I had to stop him, even if my reasons were selfish. "Please, wait a moment. I found out the hard way with the sundew that Venus can be potentially dangerous. But all your work here, everything you have done, we can't just destroy it."

"What other choice do we have, Maps? She won't stop the vines and she's going to get her tendrils on a more dangerous plant."

"Maybe she won't!" I protested.

"She will."

"Okay, sure, she might. This is new for her though, right? So, maybe if we just ration her semen and continue to cut her off whenever she grows these kudzu vines, we can condition her to stop, or at least slow it down."

"Go on." The doctor was actually interested in my half brained scheme.

"Let's just wait. We'll check on her growth and when it stops completely for more than a couple days we'll feed her again. If she keeps growing wild vines then we can always resort to salting the earth."

"I suppose I don't want to lose everything I've done here. Maybe we can try it on a trial basis."

I couldn't help but smile about the influence I just had over the situation. "Thank you doctor."

"Don't get too excited, Maps. This is going to be a very risky experiment."

Almost a week had passed without Venus getting a drop of our seed. Her new vines eventually stopped growing and Dr. Tuber and I were discussing the possibility of feeding her again. We sat on the ground of the greenhouse eating lunch in almost a picnic fashion. I was eager to feed the pods again, but I could tell he was still a little apprehensive about the whole plan. At first I thought he was just worried about more vines again, or the possibility of Venus pulling another trick. Though, the next thing he asked me was a question I never would have expected to have been brought up in the middle of our recent experiment.

"Maps, do you think that the things we are doing with the plants here is considered cheating?"

Sometimes I had to forcefully remind myself that the doctor was married. "I really don't know."

He thought to himself for another moment. "We're animals, Venus is plant life. She's not even really a she but her interaction with us is sexual, I just don't know if my wife would see that as a betrayal."

"Maybe there is no way to know unless you knew how your wife would feel about it. You would have to ask her, right?"

"I don't mean to deceive her, but I can't let our research here be known until we have some sort of control over things. It's bad enough that you know."

"I understand..." I still felt guilty about the way I had forced myself into the loop about the botanica.

As always he took my shoulder in his paw to reassure me. "It's alright buddy."

I smiled back at him, I like when he called me that. "So once everything is under control, you want to tell her?"

"Well... I perhaps I should. I suppose I just always assumed that I..."

The ground broke in an instant. Our voices were interrupted into yelps of surprise and the fright of falling. Before we could realize what had just happened, our bodies were hanging in mid air by various vines as we watched our food and picnic cloth fall to the depths of the botanica. As we hung there I could feel the vines moving, these ones were different somehow and started to coil around our arms and legs. Somehow Venus has used hundreds of these vines to crumble the ceiling of the botanica, which unfortunately for us was also the floor of the greenhouse. Suspended in air and caught in her web of vines, there was no where for us to go and a successful struggle would only force us fall and break our bones, or worse. The intentions of the vines were quite obvious, they were keeping us safe and still. Once vines with budding bulbs at their tips began to show themselves, it was clear what Venus was after. We didn't condition her to stop her growth, we conditioned her to adapt and take what she needed.

"This is bad, Maps."

"I... I know. What do we do?" My voice was cracking. I was terrified and not very keen on heights.

"I don't know what we can do." The doctor sounded so defeated.

"It's all my fault."

"I share the blame. We should have never let things go this far."

Dr. Tuber had fallen down a little lower than me, so it was no surprise that he had a bulb searching around for his cock first. Once the seeking vine realized it's prize was tucked away safely in a sheath, another bulbing vine came up and prodded directly under his tail and into his tailhole with next to no effort. He let out a small groan of discomfort and I was worried about feeling one of those myself until I noticed one moving much closer to me, the bulb's outer coating was slick and it was dripping with some sort of bitter smelling fluid. I watched the doctor wince for a while until his body finally relaxed, the vine was gently moving around inside his tailhole and I knew it was doing something wonderful to this prostate when I saw that familiar beauty of a cock pushing up from his sheath and then soon after into the eager bulb of the fine.

"Don't worry. It doesn't hurt." He tried to reassure me in a calm voice. "Let's just get through this."

I couldn't speak, I don't know if it was because I was once again breath taken by his canine member, or if I had too many of my senses being assaulted from the vines curving and wrapping around in front of me. The vines tightened around my arms and legs to keep me still and soon my tailhole was being pushed apart by one of the bulbs, another quickly scooped up my drooling shaft that was already out in open air from watching the doctor. I think he noticed my early excitement and I blushed at what he might have been thinking. I was still to shy to let him know how much I admired him physically as well as mentally, now was definitely not the time to start such a conversation.

The process of the bulbs milking us for cum didn't hurt, just as Dr. Tuber promised. It was pure bliss if nothing else and I could feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head as one bulb pushed against my prostate and the other gripped down with a slick tightness that I had never felt before in my life. The vines growing in the botanica were not only more aggressive, they were growing more sexually skilled as well. Either that or Venus just hadn't been fed for a week's time and she wasn't about to waste any time getting her fix of seminal fluid from us. I tried to hold back and found myself moaning in both struggle and ecstasy. The bulb on my shaft was rippling as it suckled down, I could feel the soft petals inside growing more and more wet the longer it worked it's way on my member. The one suckling on the doctor had started to move in an almost corkscrew motion, and the noises lewdly flying from his muzzle were letting my ears know exactly how much that sexy specimen of male was enjoying himself.

Just when I thought I finally had a grasp of the situation at hand, a third bulb presented itself. It squirmed around my body, rubbing along my belly and against the fur under my arms for a bit before it started to push at my muzzle. I tried to bite at the bulb and snap it with my teeth, but the one against my loins sucked harder and deeper to force another deep moan from my muzzle, before I knew it the extra bulb was soaking my tongue with it's bitter juice. With arms bound I attempted to push it out with my tongue, but that only coated more of my taste buds with it's bitterness. Soon my entire muzzle felt warm, then hot, then back to warm again, as if a rush of heat had flooded inside of my muzzle. By the time it was over, bitter turned to an almost pale but tolerable taste, like eating the liquid version of a raw potato. It got better as time went on and I didn't mind gulping down the bulb's juices once the vine on my otter cock began it's own corkscrewing motion. I murred around the vine that fed me, It tasted good, but no where near as good as the nectar in the pods. It had more substance to it and felt more filling in the stomach.

In my sexual haze I noticed a bulb also trying to feed the doctor. Unlike me, he successfully bit apart two vines before the third got itself into his muzzle. I watched into his eyes as he felt the warm sensation on his tongue that I did, but once he had acquired the taste, he was trying harder and harder to keep it out of his muzzle. I watched him with a puzzled look, trying to understand but growing distracted to what the bulb on my cock was doing. I must have been leaking pre like a broken faucet at this point and I swear I could feel the bulb gulping it down like a greedy lover. To my surprise, the doctor's solution to the vine in his muzzle was to bite it off from the vine, and simply spit it from his muzzle.

"No Maps! Can't you see what is going on here!? If Venus can feed us she doesn't need to let us go. If we don't escape we'll be trapped here for the rest of our lives!"

I couldn't speak with the bulb in my muzzle if I wanted to and soon dozens more bulbs pushed against the doctor's maw until he finally gave in and let one feed him. I thought the best option would be to just deny Venus from getting any of my cum for as long as I could, but it seemed that the doctor had the opposite idea. We had experienced so many orgasms together by now that I knew exactly what that look on his face meant. The spasms of his thick body, the white fur parting gradually along his chest as he breathed in deep and released himself into the bulb of the vine. As the cream from his canine cock filled the bulb it began to open and reveal a set of multicolored pink and violet petals, the vines bud was opening and blooming against his cock as he came.

The pressure inside of my tailhole forced me to open my eyes wide and look around at more than just the doctor's cock. It wasn't just the bulb around him, but every single bulb at the end of each vine was starting to blossom and bloom. I felt my urge to cum skyrocket as soon as I realized that Dr. Tuber's orgasm had caused the vine under my tail to bloom as the slippery petals moved more quickly over my prostate. To my surprise the vines that held him started to weaken as the now blooming flower slid off of his cock and he was lowered to the ground. He took a moment to collect himself and I watched him in a haze of lust as he scurried back up stairs and out of the botanica. Part of me couldn't wait to be let go, yet a much deeper urge wanted to feed the blossoming flower on my cock while the vines milked me.

I took another gulp of the vine oozing a foreign nutrient into my muzzle. Being taken by the vines wasn't so bad, but as soon as my nose stopped detecting the scent of the doctor, I knew there was no way I could be content living on the company of vines alone. I felt pressure deep inside as my member spasmed and the spinning motions of the vine's blossom petals began to creep into the depths of my sheath. My balls tightened and my tailhole clenched around the thick vine for a good moment before my body was forced to let go and my sticky seed fed the petals wrapped around my cock. Nothing had made me cum harder in my life and though my senses were in a blissful disorientation, I swore the vine on my ottercock had to struggle to hold on as I fed it the very essence of myself that it had been thirsty for all of this time.

I felt the vines on my arms pull and I realized Dr. Tuber was back in the greenhouse above me, pulling me up and using one of the hedge clippers to cut away the vines. There seemed to be little to no resistance as he got me untangled. Obviously the plants had exactly what they wanted and didn't care what we did with them now. As soon as I was able to walk on my own two feet again, the doctor was ready to put me to work again.

"She's grown more dangerous, Maps. This time it was for nourishment, next time she won't let us go."

He was right. All pleasure aside things were escalating out of control. "I know, I'm sorry I let things get this bad."

"Just go in the shed and grab something to block up what you can. There's no way we can seal this hole, but we can lock the greenhouse and cover what we can until tomorrow."

"Alright. Then what? Those vines are coming back worse than before. We can't cut them without getting ourselves grabbed again."

Dr. Tuber shook his head and looked directly into my eyes. "Today was the last meal Venus will ever get from us. Tomorrow, she dies."