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.

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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…

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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…

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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 new plantlife was… unruly.

Unruly was never a word one might use to describe plants, and yet, here Jett was.

They’d taken up a job at the botanical garden lab, working security and making sure that no one came sniffing around when they weren't wanted. They’d needed the cash, and night shift was the only time they’d be able to make it, so they were being outfitted with a flashlight and radio, and being shown via map where their patrol routes were…

The gardens had a much more sinister atmosphere at night. Every hanging tree branch or cluster of vines could be a looming intruder or worse. Yet Jett had been informed they had little to fear, as there were cameras all over the area. So back up would never be too far behind.

Or so they thought.

Right as the shift was coming to a close, the night guard would pass by one of the partially camouflaged lab entrances… with the slightest sliver of light shining out through a crack in the open door frame. 

Was someone up late, doing research?

Jett would radio in, trying to get the attention of the fox on the monitors. But no answer. So all they could do was poke their head in and investigate.

The room itself was empty, save for a few lights amd the tree planted in the middle. Long vines hung from the branches, swaying without any sort of wind.

Jett closed the door before looking around, investigating and calling for any researcher… just to be sure, of course, in case anything happened!

They were so distracted that they didn’t realize their fatal error: they’d brushed up against one of the vines.

They writhed and bristled, grabbing their limbs and dragging them towards the trunk. Jett yelped, struggling and wide eyed. “What the-?! Hey! Let me go! Put me down, dammit!”

The hapless night guard would be dragged against the trunk of the tree, which, upon closer inspection, was slathered in a thin layer of some sticky slime…they’d be pressed against the vaguely slimy wood, with the vines wrapping around their throat and legs to keep Jett steady. 

“Gh…! Ghlk… pl… plea…” they gasped, shaking their head as they felt the slime drip and ooze over their hands. The more they struggled, the more sticky sap accumulated over their limbs… and the more stuck they became.

No matter how hard they struggled, there was simply no way to break out of their bonds alone. And any attempts at calling for help were silenced by a squeeze to the throat.

The vines got to work, ripping their uniform off and tossing their radio aside. Only when they were naked and secured did the more specialized vines move in. These vines with odd little bell-like buds would menace Jett, much to their horror. They would brush against their half hard cock and perky nipples, teasing with such gentle touches before suctioning on.

Jett arched, eyes wide as they screamed a strangled scream of pleasure… which would quickly be quashed by another pod wrapping around their muzzle and suctioning on. Any attempt at words were muffled and silenced by this pod, drawing the air from their mouth and lungs… all while some thinner, more versatile vines started to wrap around their eyes, blindfolding them in an attempt to calm Jett down…

Of course, it would not work. 

Jett still struggled, letting out pitiful muffled cries for help as the vines kept inspecting their new captive. One had found its way to their cock, latching on and starting to suckle on it, the teasing suction making them get nice and stiff. Meanwhile, two more buds would snap onto their nipples, sucking them and ensuring they were pulled taut before giving the slightest jab with a thorn. Only then, as time went on, would the night guard’s chest start to plump up, small, soft breasts forming on their chest as they struggled.

“Nph?! Nnn! HHHMPH!” They cried, as the budding muzzle switched tactics to try and soothe them. They would be suddenly forced to drink a strange, honey flavored liquid, gumming up their muzzle further as they struggled to call for help. The plant itself seemed to be manufacturing this liquid, which would keep Jett satiated as the plant continued to work on them… the sweetness and viscosity of the liquid would make it hard to talk, hard to swallow, hard to think… their struggles lessened with time, as the vines kept squeezing them…

It would be an hour of this sickly sweet torture before the plant saw fit to seek payment for this feeding. The buds on their breasts would start to suck and tease their nipples, slowly drawing milk from their helpless captive. Jett tossed their head, barely able to make a sound between the muzzle and the sticky nutritious liquid being pushed down their throat… all the while, the vines were also milking their cock, forcing orgasms as needed but ultimately just teasing and coaxing them from Jett naturally.

The plant was entirely too good at its job.

So good, in fact, that Jett would be discovered the next day by scientists, fascinated. They hadn’t been able to get such a strong reaction from the plant despite their months of attempts. So no one was in a hurry to help them down from their sweet and sticky prison…

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…