Last of the May commissions!

This was probably several steps below her usual paygrade.

But Klo had been asked by a friend to help secure a top secret laboratory, and she owed them a favor.

The wolf would be asked about entry and exit points, mostly in terms of how someone could, hypothetically, get in and out of labs. Specifically, how possible INTRUDERS could get in and out.

Klo had to raise an eyebrow at how specific they were being. But she wasn’t paid to question it. She just would do her damn job.

==

This lab was something else.

Klo had never seen so much greenery in such a heavily hidden place that wasn’t a forest. The lab had walls that were solely dedicated to showcasing specific types of ivy, as well as small hanging gardens. The plants were nothing like anything the wolf had ever seen, many looking entirely too alien to be anything but plastic. Yet upon touch, the plants reacted, squishing back or releasing small puffs of pollen into the air… the various labs looked more like greenhouses, with intricate lighting and watering systems helping to ensure the plants within were maintained and kept healthy…

However, their destination was one specific greenhouse-lab.

The lab in question was home to a massive… beanstalk? It looked like a beanstalk anyway. The plant itself rose up and out of the room, through to upper floors and out of sight… a yellow circle was painted around the planter, at roughly 5 feet all around…

The corgi that had called Klo in to help would excitedly explain that they were going to try and raise this plant to help alleviate the need for large scale farms and such. However, Klo was already looking around and seeing weak spots. A few vents here and there, as well as some decorative window walls that could be broken.

“I think I’ll need more access to this room.” The wolf said, striding up to inspect some of the vents. “As well as blueprints on this room in particular.” She mostly meant the freedom to inspect and scale the walls, but really, she just wanted to move around without disturbing the scientists…

“Oh! Alright!” The corgi professor waddled after her, smiling. “You can do as you please, but we have to ask you to stay outside the yellow circle, okay?”

“...why?” Klo looked a bit confused. 

“Ohhh, the plant doesn’t like people it doesn’t know being in that circle.”

“....Uh huh.” The wolf just nodded, disregarding that little explanation as superstition. “Either way. I'll need clearance into this room after everyone leaves for the night. That way I don’t interrupt your research.”

“You got it!”

==

It would be hours later that Klo would finally be able to hear herself think.

She walked through the halls towards the Beanstalk room, entering and getting to work. 

Inspecting blueprints and maps of the sector, she began mapping out and marking which vents needed reinforcing, or what walls would need extra defense in order to keep them intact… she took her work seriously… so seriously that when she spotted a large drainage grate around the back of the beanstalk, she’d instinctively head towards it to mark it off.

A mistake on her part.

She gasped as a shadow descended upon her,a thick vine grasping her throat. She gagged and kicked out, struggling to try and loosen its grip on her neck. The wolf clawed and bit at whatever she could reach, trying to hit away any approaching vines. But of course, there was only so much she could do as the air was slowly squeezed from her.

She kept her head up, trying her best to get away as one bold vine grabbed at her ankle, wrapping around it tightly to settle her. Slowly but surely, the vines would grab all her limbs, pulling them against her body. Klo gasped and panted, eyes wide as she shook her head. 

The vines, having restrained their prey, started to close in. They slowly started to wrap her up tight, lifting her off the ground and constricting her more and more. Her gasps and pleas fell on deaf ears, the plant uncaring as it drew her in towards the base of the beanstalk… the fight was slowly leaving her, as she struggled to even inhale from how tight the vines were. The original vine was still wrapped around her muzzle, holding her head steady as she tried to pull herself away…

No amount of squirming and struggles would help her, no matter how hard she tried. Only a few patches of fur were visible, along with her head and tail. The plant would leave her to dangle a few inches above the floor, the cold tile tantalizingly close… the vines had discarded any weapons or identification on her person, and she was left on display, a perceived intruder caught and strung up…

Of course these things happen.

The garden’s centerpiece, a magnificent array of mamy entwining vines, has been vandalized during the night. Many of the plants have been cut up and left all over… the trellis itself has been shattered by what looks like axes. And the opening of the garden show is tomorrow, of course.

The event coordinator was as cool and calm as one could be…even as the garden’s owner was freaking out about all of this mess… the bay unicorn would dart their eyes around, watching as the janitors cleaned up the mess… a few had thankfully shown up, a raccoon, a coyote and… a skunk.

Perfect.

The coordinator would use their magic to yank the startled skunk away from the group, ordering him to follow.

==

Before Devlin knew it, he was tossed into a greenhouse at the back of the property, falling on his ass onto a large planter… said planter had a tangle of vines sprawled out along several trellises, looping and coiling around each other. Yellow flowers were poking out here and there, releasing a cloying, but not unpleasant scent… It was an impressive display, but as Devlin tried to pick himself up… the whole thing fell apart.

Or rather, it all fell into the skunk, coiling around his limbs and securing him upright. Heavier vines wrapped around his feet and calves, resistant to his struggles and protests…

“Wh-HEY! LET ME GO! SOMEONE! PLEASE!” He called, eyes wide as he struggled. He pulled and tried to kick, feeling the vines pull him back into position tighter and tighter the more he fought… despite his panic now, the worst was yet to come.

The vine was patient, keeping their coils tight on their victim. There was simply no need to fight too hard, as he would take only half an hour to properly tire himself out… eventually the vines would start to squeeze, ensuring he was stuck fast…

One thick and heavy vine lifted itself from behind the trellis wall, revealing that it seemed to be the source of most of the smaller vines… its whip-like tip had a yellow flower at the end, dripping with a golden substance… it would slowly and deliberately drop dollops of this gooey substance onto the struggling skunk. Devlin gasped, trying to force his muzzle open to keep himself from strangling and being smothered. But all it did was make him swallow some of the sticky sweet substance. 

While this was happening, more of the vines had started teasing him, working on getting him erect and needy as more was dropped onto his helpless, struggling form. It oozed and slithered down onto his chest, his arms and legs… and most importantly, into his gaping mouth as he struggled to suck in air. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t spit out all of it. And the stuff that did make it down his throat left him feeling tingly and needy… more so than it should…

==

The process would take time. 

You couldn’t rush art, and Devlin’s imprisonment was no exception. The gooey layers would harden with time, slowly leaving a soft, golden layer all over the helpless janitor. He still struggled as best as he could, but eventually the flower that dribbled the stuff onto him would just latch onto his muzzle for minutes at a time… it would feed him the sticky goo, making sure he drank it down before resuming adding more layers of the honey sweet substance all over its new victim…

All the while, in an air pocket where his cock was, the vines kept stroking and teasing him, groping his balls and gently teasing his leaking tip… it wouldnt take long for his first orgasm to be coaxed from him, muzzled scream of pleasure barely heard as he was forced to cum the same golden sludge hed been made to swallow… the outer layers expanded slightly, allowing room for the newer, warmer goo to fill the space between his fur and the outer shell…

All the while, the plant would start to wrap its main vine around his encased body, holding on tight as it layered more and more around him… under the main layer, more gooey cum would be forced to fill the space within, trapping Devlin in his new, sweet smelling and sticky prison…

Eventually the vine’s main flower would come to rest on him, resting itself on his glued up muzzle.

===

The next day, the coordinator would have the planter wheeled out, with the new golden centerpiece displayed proudly where the former had been.

The fundraiser for the botanical gardens was a smash hit, all thanks to their captive hero… his reward was being kept inside his prison, where he would be made to cum over and over, the cycle within repeating endlessly…