The crowds at the local arboretum were heavier than usual.

Unsurprising, as many of the plants on display were just recently engineered by plant scientists from across the world. New and exciting plants, made from strange seeds dug up from old ruins deep underground. There was quite a bit of buzz about these plants, with a few of the exhibits showcasing their uses and qualities...

Ellie was excited, more than happy to have scored a ticket on her day off. She’d entered her ticket into a raffle for some behind the scenes looks at the growing process… and she had won! Her and a few other guests were being escorted back into the labs, where the tour guide would talk about the places these plants were found in.

The plants seemed to originate deep underground, and as such were capable of glowing when under low light. They also seemed to not need too much in terms of nutrients, often preying on small life forms such as cave fish and bats… the cat couldn’t help but watch in awe, eyes sparkling as the scientists demonstrated how some yellow flowers sprayed a fine, sparkling mist of pollen and some unknown substance into the testing chamber… the ultraviolet light they switched on made it sparkle and shimmer even more… 

Finally, they would do a walkthrough of a huge greenhouse under the lab, with dim lights illuminating the path they needed to take. Huge pitcher plants sat off to the side, lined up so neatly as a canopy of flowers hung overhead and around them all…

Ellie was told twice to keep pace with the group. And for good reason.

The cat lingered on a column of pink vines, watching the way it all swayed and shifted without so much as a breeze…she couldn’t help but snap a few photos, posing with the twinkling vines… only to have one of them grab at her wrist.

The flash of her cellphone camera had roused the sensitive plants, causing them to reach out and grab her. The strange pink plants were sort of…gooey? And sticky? The shimmer was caused by a faint secretion of slime on the surface of the vines, which only made it harder for Ellie to get away. In fact, her attempts to try and loosen the vines holding her wrist only made them ooze more… with a sudden jerk, the vines would yank her off the path, making her stumble face first into a tangle of more of these gooey tendrils…

There was no way she’d be able to cry out, as quite a few had clung to her face upon impact. The most she could manage was a squeal and a shake of her head as more grabbed onto her flailing limbs.

“NNNGH! HHLPH!” She managed to yank her head upwards, but the tour group was already moving off to the end of the green house. And to add to her horror, she spotted their tour guide, looking straight at her… and shaking his head before shutting the door behind him.

Ellie was left to the mercy of the vines, which were already making moves to secure her. Despite her wriggling and her protests, the pink, sticky vines would wrap around her legs and chest, while more of that shimmering pollen rained down onto her… her frantic cries would only make her pant and whine, forcing her to inhale the glittering substance. And the more she wheezed and begged for someone to let her out, the more she felt… dizzy. Sleepy even… she shook her head, moaning as wriggling as the plants started to lift her up off the ground. One of the vines dipped down, the yellow flower shaking and spreading more glittering pollen into the air… her muffled cries only made her inhale more of it, making it harder to resist…

Would it be so bad if she just relaxed, let the vines take her away? Surely… but… her wriggling slowed, eyes slipping out of focus…

Her struggles and wriggles grew weaker and weaker, as she was hoisted up over the rim of a pitcher plant’s bulb… slowly, the vines slid her feet first into the plant, the feline letting out muffled cries as the vines held her still during the whole process. The sticky goo slicked down her fur as she was slid into the waiting bottom of the pitcher. Only when the plant started to compress itself and squeeze itself around her, did the vines finally let go. 

Her freedom would be shortlived, as her body was compressed at all sides by the leathery pitcher plant’s form… the slimy goo would wash over her, as she was encased in the plant. It provided just enough of a barrier between herself and the actual plant but… soon the leaf on top would snap shut, sealing her in.

Of course, the next tour group would only be allowed inside once the security guards watching this occur deemed it safe. The pollen would be filtered from the air, and the next group would be granted access.

The barely aware kitty in the pitcher plant would serve as an excellent reminder to be mindful of your surroundings, as these plants could be grabby… she was barely aware of the photos being taken of her helpless, squirming body…

An escape from the winter’s cold was just what the doctor ordered.

The Steaming Rock Hot Spring may not have the most creative name, but it had some of the best reviews in the country. In addition to the hot springs for which it was named, they also had a state of the art indoor beach for those looking for a less traditional winter getaway.

Such as Seranata.

The elemental spirit was taking it easy on the sandy shore on the far end of the indoor beach, enjoying the quiet hours that were granted to her by the management. They had let her stay after most of the public had been kicked out for the night, and she was enjoying the artificial warmth that the lamps above were granting her.

What they didn’t tell her was that they had security for people who tried to sneak in, and had forgotten to whitelist her.

It started with a tug on her paws.

She sat up and saw a burbling mass of what looked like latex sliding from the waves. While she did scream and struggle to get away, a heavy wave pushed the blob forward, engulfing her whole body in one fell swoop.

Seranata kicked and squealed, struggling to try and grab at the pink latex like substance. But no matter how hard she pulled, she could not get her hands free. Soon she could feel it start to close in around her, wrapping over her face and wings as she staggered to her feet.it had reached down to her breasts, which were quickly covered and seemingly numbed. The latex in that area glowed with a sickly green, displaying lock logos on her chest. A similar design would appear between her legs, as a nulge was formed as it slid down to her hips…

The elemental spirit could not help but scream, her voice muffled by the strange pink latex wrapping around her. Her hands came up to her head, trying to grasp at where it was. But she found there was no purchase for her mitted paws, no seam nor hole to take advantage of.

The latex had worked its way down to her legs and thighs, and ballooned in size to form a more exaggerated version of her natural figure… at least in her lower half. Her legs were soon fully wrapped up, leaving her sealed within her pink prison…

She struggled to call for help, screams muffled as she was slowly gagged. The latex was expanding in her mouth, preventing her from closing it properly. All she could do was shuffle around, unaware that the latex had hard plastic handles along the back.

“Oh for gods sake. Who let a guest in.”

“NNGH?!” Seranata looked up, as she felt someone grab at these handles. She could only squirm helplessly as she was dragged away, trying to explain but finding herself unable to speak…

“Sheesh… one more pool float to keep track of.” The employee grumbled, dragging her towards the back of the towel hut. She would be hung up on a hook by the handles, alongside other pool toys who had broken the rules.

“At least this one is an attractive shape. She’ll probably be a popular model.”

Seranata struggled and wailed into her inflated gag, begging the employee to come back. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not get their attention. And so she was left on the rack, waiting for someone to come help her…

"You there."

Devlin had been picked up as one of the sanitation and cleaning crew of the hotel. And frankly, this was arguably one of the best jobs he could have gotten. A lot of the janitors had respect and responsibility, and were lauded as the backbone of the place. Hence why Management was so quick to listen to their complaints…

And single them out apparently.

The skunk peeked out from behind a trolly he had been pulling, and came face to face with a sleek, black furred unicorn in a sharp looking suit. 

"Oh! Uh, yes? Can I help you?" He asked, stepping out from behind the trolly.

"Mmm…" the unicorn eyed him up, seeming to scan him over with her mind… "Yes, actually. You can. The name is Fleiya, and we are currently looking for a volunteer to clean up a recently vacated showroom in the lower levels. You will get overtime and then some, should you agree."

"Ohhhh. That makes sense… what would I need to do?"

"Oh, simply go about your day, clean up the rooms as normal. You can do that, can't you?" The unicorn asked, smiling as she leaned forward a bit to get closer to Devlin.

"...I sure can!" His tail swished in excitement. 

"Excellent." She would write down the room number where the item would be tested out and hand it to Devlin. "Now. I know your section doesn't USUALLY go down into the bottom floor for those rooms. But I'll ensure you get rewarded for doing me this little favor. Alright?"

"S-sure?" It was weird that she was asking him like this, out of the blue. But he knew upper management when he saw it. Saying no would just end poorly for him, one way or another.

"Good. I'll be sure to check in on you when the time comes."

===

The day was long but rewarding.

Devlin had only been working here a few weeks, and already he had gotten to help free some guests who were due to check out, as well as reset and set up ambushes for incoming guests. Today was mostly cleaning and prepping rooms for new guests, but he couldn't help but be tired by the time he was due down in the basement.

He thankfully didn't need the big cart that most cleaners had to push around. A smaller one with a mop and bucket built in would suffice.

The skunk unlocked the room, and peered inside. The place was untouched and a little dusty, so he would get to work cleaning the room. He'd remake the bed, wipe down all the surfaces, inspect the tv and lights… Everything seemed to be in perfect working order. As it should be.

Except… there was a lingering smell he couldn't get out of his nose.

It smelled like…glue? 

It was a good smell. A great smell even. But he had to focus long enough to get his work done. He'd look into it once he was sure the place was clean. Still. Between tasks, he caught himself sniffing and trying to locate the source. He would sniff and sniff, inspecting the sheets and the pillows, the walls, the closet… it all smelled so good, where was it coming from?

Once he had dusted and vacuumed the main room, he would proceed to the bathroom. The glue smell was so much stronger here, intoxicatingly so… he swallowed, shaking his head as he tried to focus on the task at hand. This particular bathroom set up had an Inktrap latex prison shower stall built in, with the slot for the liquid latex being visible from the outside. How he wished to be able to get a room with one of those. Maybe Fleiya could book him one as payment for this little testing session… orrrr…

He glanced out at the door, and made sure it was shut tight.

He should CERTAINLY inspect the shower. Make sure it was running… or wasn't. After all, if there was some sort of issue, best to deal with it now!

He stepped into the shower stall, removing his uniform (this was his last clean set for the week, no sense in getting it sticky!) And peering up into the slot. There it was, the source of the smell… odd. It was a show room, right? It shouldn't HAVE any sort of pipe running to it…

He would turn the knob and listen to the wall for rattling or filling pipes… but this knob was a bit loose, and allowed for a sudden sticky flow of the liquid latex to suddenly burst forth at an unexpected speed.

Devlin could only manage a strangled yelp as he was suddenly covered in the stuff. The skunk struggled and squirmed as his face was splattered in the latex, spreading over his head the more he tried to wipe it away. Thankfully, he was able to shut off the flow and minimize the amount of the stuff he would have to deal with. Though… with how much was on his muzzle and filling his nose with such a nice scent, that was not a great comfort.

He struggled and squirmed, unable to pull his arms away from his torso… it was sliding down his chest, dripping and oozing and securing his arms. His tangled struggle with the latex left him trapped in a position with his arms crossed in front of his chest before he got too tired to properly put up a fight…

All the poor skunk could smell was that frankly addictive odor, which clouded his mind as he tried to inhale, shake the stuff off, anything! Still, the smell was so good, he could feel his cock start to stiffen… it felt so nice on him, made his head nice and muddled…

In his stupor, the skunk was still able to think. And the best course of action, in his mind, was to try and swallow down this latex like substance… he opened his maw as best as he could, letting it seep into his mouth and doing his damnedest to get it down his throat. 

And in a way, it was working.

He managed to get a hole in the goo, enough for him to inhale through his nose. But the stuff was hard to swallow, and what little he managed to get into his belly was making his cock throb somehow. Any attempts at rationalizing this were blown away by the warmth and shaking pleasure that left Devlin erect and needy. The pleasure he felt would make him fall to his knees, crying out into the gooey muzzle as he bucked his hips…

He would take a moment to just breathe, trying to get himself to think clearly. Not that the goo would allow for it. The latex would slowly tighten around his body, making many of his features more defined… another moment of clarity, and he began swallowing the stuff again. And the more he swallowed, the more free his head became…and the more clouded his mind became in turn. It went from swallowing the latex to try and escape, to swallowing it purely to increase the warmth in his belly and guts. It felt so right to do it, to make his body heat up and cock throb with need… god, he wanted to cum so bad already.

By the time he had finished and freed most of his head, his cock was dripping and twitching, body aching with need… his hips bucked of their own accord, trying to find some friction that didn't exist. "Hah…ah… god please…" he panted, laying on the tiled shower floor as he struggled to regain his senses.

He could only look up weakly as he heard the bathroom door open.

Some staff came in, decked out in gas masks and long gloves… their faces were kept obscured, and they loomed over his helpless body…

"Hh… please… oh god please I…I wanna cum s-so badly…" he whined, eyes sliding shut as he humped the air helplessly… "mmm, fuck, fuck my balls are so fucking full…p-plea-a-ase…" he could barely contain himself, cock drooling precum as he kept bucking and squirming.

One of the masked figures knelt down, grabbing his cock and working to get him off.

"Oh god yes! Thank you thank you thank you…! Fuck, please…!" He panted, sitting up for them as they worked his cock and balls. Devlin was so lost in his pleasure that he barely noticed the staff taking samples of his pre and the latex itself… he was too busy rutting into that silky smooth gloved hand, biting his lip as he panted and begged for more…

Devlin barely noticed the way the latex was tightening around his body, squeezing him and showcasing as much of his body as it could. He was too wrapped up in his own euphoria, eyes shut tight as his mouth hung open…

Soon enough, he was cumming, but not just regular cum. His cum was replaced with the same black, latex substance he had swallowed. And it smelled quite strongly, a bit stronger than the stuff that had come from the slot. It arced up, splattering all over his face in hot, sticky globs. Some even got in his mouth and started to glue his jaws shut… 

The skunk couldn't care less, still bucking into the staff member's hand to satiate his need to cum… the goo was slowly covering his recently freed face, gluing his mouth shut and completely covering his head again. The stuff dried a lot faster as well, tightening and enclosing him as his hips mindlessly bucked against the gloved hand. His cries and pants came out muffled as he came again and again, unable to stop himself.

Soon enough, Devlin found himself caught in a cycle of swallowing whatever latex found its way into his mouth, and cumming a more potent version that encased him so much faster. The staff would look at one another in surprise, and take a couple samples as Devlin panting and whined into his latex hood. Already, he was starting to tire, his cum dribbling out more and encasing his cock… it dripped down his balls as well, leaving them covered and wrapped up in the gooey substance. Any more times he managed to get off, he would simply add to the bulge that encased his cock, leaving him wanting more stimuli and more pleasure …

But he was exhausted, and slumped against the wall… the staff would at least grant him the mercy of resting while they spoke quietly in the main room. It seemed this test had gone even better than expected, and they were intrigued…

Once they had made up their minds though, they grabbed a leash and collar from one of their packs, snapping it onto his neck. They dragged the still woozy skunk up onto his feet and led him out towards the hallway.

Devlin could only hobble after them, moaning into his stuffed muzzle as he was dragged towards the elevator. He was barely paying attention to anything that didn't involve his pleasure but he faintly heard the staff mention a clean up crew to handle his cart…

He would be led up into the lobby, unable to see or hear most folks… they would take him to their boutique, a place that had recently opened up to showcase some of the more expensive add ons one could purchase for their stay here. For now, however, Devlin was led into the backroom, where he was shoved against a pole with a wide standing base. The latex would slowly ooze over the pole, securing him to it so he was standing up straight… his legs were cuffed to the base of the pole as well, ensuring he couldn't just pull himself free…

And soon, there was silence.

The skunk could only let out muffled pleas for more stimuli, more touching and teasing. But all he could hope for was his bulge growing with every orgasm, his cum now little more than the latex that kept him trapped as a display piece. It would twitch and shudder when he came, but otherwise, Devlin was left as still as a statue…