The art exhibit had been a grand success.

Many of the less grandiose art pieces had either been sold or released from their duties … Chantarelle had stood to make a lot of money from the single exhibition alone. She’d obviously given a big cut to the hotel and paid off for use of her room. But the single piece she had not sold or released yet was Sarab.

The wyvern had spoken to her, metaphorically speaking. The way he stood so still, the way his wings had been shifted into that vast, grand pose. It spoke to her in ways that very few had done in a long time. It inspired her. Made her want to do more pieces like him.

And she did.

She would get quite a few other wyverns and dragons and other such wyrm-like beings trapped in latex, posed in just the right ways. It hadn’t been easy, luring them into her studio to affix them to their new homes. But… even so, it never was quite the way she wanted. They’d gotten close, sure. But they never just… reached the same sort of beauty that her first piece got to. It didn't compel her as much, and as such she sent them off to museums or galleries.

She had kept the captive wyvern in her home, as she had just been so loath to part with him. The jaguar had even gone so far as to check with the hotel on the guest agreement that Sarab had signed and agreed to… black and white, clear as crystal, he had signed off on a contract that allowed him to be held indefinitely.  Most had to sign agreements that gave staff permission to release them after certain periods or in case of emergency. Sarab had signed no such contract, merely the catch all one that most ‘long term’ guests signed. And since Chantarelle had worked so hard on him, she was allowed to keep him as an art piece… the hotel’s creator and board of directors had talked to her about it over tea, after the exhibit, in the shadow of her creation…

She had been granted ownership of this now hypnotized wyvern, trapped in latex and heavily gagged underneath…

And yet what to do with him?

Therein lay the rub. 

===

He was happy. 

Sarab was pleased with himself. He couldn’t help but think back to them all. The smiling faces, the way they all gazed up at him from his spot in the middle of the room. The interactivity of the exhibit, the way they’d polished his new shell…

It was blissful.

Enough to make him rock hard and needy constantly. His cock twitched under the latex, the only movement that was present in the statue. Sarab had met quite a fate, as he had been encased as part of an art show for the Hostage Hotel’s Gallery Weekend. But this was a new life for him. A permanent one.

How he longed for new eyes to see his, to meet his… he had been trapped in this studio for a while now, and while he was still so relaxed, so content… he couldn’t help but feel the desire for more.

His eyes were hidden behind those pink tinted lenses, staring down at the frowning jaguar…

Begging to be put back out there… beghing to be admired once more…

===

She was in her studio, just observing him. Looking him over, in silence… her eyes narrowed as she ran her hand down his flank, sighing. How could one improve upon perfection? Part of her wanted to change up his pose. To see if she could capture the proverbial lightning in a bottle twice. But… to ruin such majesty for the sake of novelty… impossible. She couldn’t allow it. Not to the extent her brain was going for, anyway.

But… perhaps… minor changes. Improvements. Little things.

The jaguar sighed, pulling her hair back with a headband as she pulled on some gloves. Perhaps some detailing…?

She groaned as she was shaken from her thoughts by her cell phone chiming. Tossing her gloves aside, she picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hey, am I speaking to Chantarelle?”

“Yes, sir.” She recognized the voice of the other… it was the buck she had asked to help her capture Sarab.

“Great! I'm glad I caught you. I was told by my supervisor that we needed to talk to you about your ah, statue.” He sounded a bit sheepish, as it had been a lot of legal jargon, and something that the CEO and board had been in arguments about… “so… I guess you should know, we technically can’t fully release that Sarab fellow into your care.”

“You kind of already did.” She scoffed, paws gently running down his legs and against his restrained crotch. “He’s sitting so nicely in my studio right now. Its hard not to jjst stare at him all night.”

“Yes but I’m afraid that he’s still technically a guest of ours. And we’ve been pouring over the documents, and we can’t hand him off to you completely.”

“Well, you can’t just take him away! As a statue I own his likeness.” The jaguar said with a huff as she started to mold the latex on his legs. Just making paw details, adding some latex here and there on his front to give the illusion of hooves. 

“Understandable. But we have reached a compromise in a sense. We just needed to run it by you.” The buck replied hastily. “We can house him in the hotel as part of the staff. A greeter, guest services, that sort of thing. So while he wouldn’t belong to you as a statue, we could have him be your roommate for the purposes of paperwork.”

“Hm.” Chantarelle paused in her work. “Go on.”

==

Sarab was in a blissful haze.

The wyvern was so relaxed, unable to move… unable to stop himself from feeling his cock pulse against the tight latex. He could feel the way the artist moved the latex around, added to it. A small voice deep inside knew this was wrong, that there had to be a way out. But it was squashed, again and again as he felt himself twitch and leak inside the suit.

He was perfectly still, unable to move even if he wanted to. His legs were carefully tended to, the gloved hands molding the latex to emphasize his musculature… his digits on his rear legs, his claws… while his front legs were hidden under hooves. He could feel the weight of them, engulfing his claws as he struggled to flex and move them… to no avail.

The faint, distant speech from beyond the latex was muffled but he could tell she was there. He stared at her from behind those pink tinted lenses, unblinking as he let his mind drift with delight… vaguely, he felt the way her talented hands pushed more of the latex against his straining cock, leaving nothing but a nulge there… and groan softly as he felt the area go numb. No sensation, nothing could get through… all he could feel was his own arousal and a buried vibe that was a few layers under the latex… it was strong enough to be felt but not nearly enough for him to cum…

Was that what it was?

It was hard to say.

Any time he tried to focus, it just buzzed hard enough to shake him out of it… a good feeling but he could only quietly beg for more…

That sensation was enough to stir him a bit from his daze, wanting to rut against his latex skin… but there was no moving himself. The latex had hardened and cooled ages ago. There was simply no way for him to move unless the outer shell was cut or removed. And the layer underneath was still pliable, but tough…

But why would he want to?

It felt so good… so freeing, not having to think. Just being set up, admired, adored by all who lay their eyes upon him!

He could feel himself being moved, carried out on a large wheeled cart… he barely paid attention to anything except the slow touches he felt against his flank and tail. 

He could feel latex being added. Lots of it. Mostly to the bottoms of his paws and part of his tail. He couldn’t have known he was being affixed to his new position, where he would work and be beheld by all who walked through the front door…

Through his lenses, he could see the artist he had watched before, the lady who had helped put him in this wonderful new shell… it felt so good, so relaxing… she was speaking with someone outside, a buck… one of the workers there? Well… they seemed to be admiring him. As they should. He couldn't help but smile despite his muzzle, proud of himself. For what, he couldn’t quite say. But he was happy.

The buck raised a camera, taking a photo. The flash dazzled Sarab a bit, making him see spots… but all he knew was that he was being admired. And that’s all that mattered to him.

Research on a hitherto unknown species of plantlife was never cheap.

For all the buzz and hype that the botanical gardens had made with their newest creations, they still needed money in order to keep their labs stocked and researchers paid. So, in order to entice the more adventurous of the public, they’d set up a donation raffle. Winners would be allowed deep in their work in progress labs, where their newest and still-undergoing-training plants would be on display.

And of course, the lucky few would get an all day VIP pass to pretty much any and all of the park’s amenities. Dining, exclusive experiences, the Charity Pass covered it all.

It covered a lot more than it should.

==

Nir was having the time of his life.

He had won a Charity Pass, and had immediately wanted to get into the labs. He’d been fascinated with the plants that HAD been on display for the public, as well as the lucky few who had been taken hostage by some of the bigger ones… so naturally, he had wanted to get a peek at whatever new and exciting plants these scientists had come up with.

Already, a few giant variants of popular plants had been bred… Bearclaw Fly Traps, the Innocent Vine, and most impressively, the Dead Carpet… a massive sundew looking plant, which would slowly uncoil as the sunlight shone down on it from above… Nir’s eyes sparkled in delight, just watching these plants unfurl and ensnare their prey … he watched as the head of a Bearclaw Fly Trap snapped shut on a slab of steak, slowly almost chewing it to get it into a better position…

He was DELIGHTED by what he saw.

Though, of course, the tour was a one time thing, and there were other plants still being tested and experimented on. For now, the sergal would be gently escorted to the appropriate place, where a delicious lunch and souvenirs would be provided.

Sure the food was great, and the souvenirs adorable. But Nir’s eyes wandered to the doors again, just looking on…

==

By the time the meet and greet was over, it was already too late 

The sergal had managed to slip his way back into the labs, his VIP badge having been improperly converted… it somehow had clearance to get past pretty much any door with an electronic lock on it. His pawsteps were light on the cold tile floor as he strolled into the back laboratories, phone out and ready to snoop around like the menace he was.

Many of the plants in this part of the lab were behind glass, with a handful being planted directly into soil in the ground while partitioned off… a few plants he examined bear a striking resemblance to the Bearclaw Fly Traps he’d seen before, albeit with wider and thicker leaves… he’d snap a picture here and there, teasingly triggering one or two of the plants to watch them go. He was getting into a playful groove, and didn’t realize he was going to trip until he did.

His arms pinwheeled as he fell back first into one of the planters, and onto a large sundew plant.

It looked like the Dead Carpet, with shorter bristles and a slicker looking surface. However, any differences would be lost on Nir, as the leaf he fell on immediately snapped onto him and started to coil around him.

His yelp and cries to let go were pointless, as the plant writhed and bucked… it would shake Nir’s pants off, while secreting a sticky, pink goo onto its surface…another of its leaves would coil up, grasping at his hips before running up between his legs like a hungry tongue… Nir gasped, mouth wife open as he gasped and moaned… his cock would slowly but surely perk up, leaving him hopelessly erect and needy. Thankfully, the plant was attentive, stroking his cock with the sticky end of the leaf… it was a little rough, but not enough to hurt. The slight and sticky friction would make his cock twitch with need, dripping pre…

The leaf holding the struggling Nir would coil around him slowly, the pink goo emitting the sweetest, headiest scent… as he panted and inhaled the smell, the end of the leaf holding him grabbed his muzzle, wrapping around it and essentially gluing it shut with the same pink goo… more of the goo would slide up and over his fur, leaving him stuck as the plant teased and coaxed him…

Nir would be left this way, teased on and off as time ticked on. No one would be coming in to check on the samples, as it was a more lax day… and as such, no one would be there to bear witness to Nir’s arching back as he came all over the leaves teasing him… the plant slowly absorbed the splattered cum, which only spurred it on to start up the cycle again.

Hour after hour, Nir would be practically tortured amd edged, even after the labs and gardens closed for the night. The sergal would be pushed to cum again and again, until his balls had been completely emptied… only then would the plant even consider loosening its grasp on him…

Nir could barely keep his eyes open, as his cock twitched in a pathetic attempt to ejaculate…

===

Nearly a week after the initial visit, the scientists were shocked to find a nice big investment from none other than Nir. Apparently, he had become invested in the research, and was hoping to start exploring more options with the plants they had in mind…

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…