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…

Hyperion was surprised that the so called 'feral' lodgings were so… accommodating.

The stable-like set up hid how accessible the hotel had made things. The showers had longer lever like knobs, allowing for those without thumbs to use them with ease. The doors had similar designs, allowing for ease of access with swinging doors that had stoppers to hold them closed as needed … The beds had stairs for those unable to jump onto them, and even televisions and tables with adjustable settings to help guests of differing sizes …

He could get used to this!

The dragon type Eeveelution would push his way out of the room, inhaling and taking in the cool air of the night. He had had a nap in his room, so now he was completely and utterly too energized to sleep again. So now was the perfect time to burn off energy and wander the grounds.

 

With a flap of his wings, he took off through the front doors, looking for fun to be had.

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The grounds were lit up dimly, with most folks here either lounging on the heated terrace, or taking walks along the marked paths. Hyper meanwhile flew overhead, doing little flips midair to amuse himself and burn that energy. 

He hadn't really explored this place outside of the hotel interior. And he HAD heard that they had been setting up for an end of summer party at their newly built splashpad… he had yet to see it! So he would take a look.

Hyper flew on towards the back of the lot, where the splashpad, pool and spa were located. He flew right past the 'out of order' sign hung up on the gate, landing in the mostly dry, but still lit up section.

There were plenty of seats here, with tables and foldable chairs and tables lining the walls. The rubbery flooring sagged ever so slightly under-paw, as he looked around. There were showerheads poking out of the ground, with many colorful pipes sticking out of the ground to simulate a field of plants… he couldn't help but grin, wandering amongst the colorful but artfully sculpted pipework… 

"Hmm…" in the center was the typical fountain field that most splash pads had, usually rigged up to periodically perform a water show for those around them. Such fun! Hyper kind of wished he could see it. But he might leave before it all happened…

He would wander over, just settling and looking up at the sky. The area was darker than the others, and thus he could see the night sky from here… it was a nice little change of pace, able to see the stars…

However, he was settled right over a sensor for the splash pad, which would trigger…

A sudden jet of inky black substance would spurt out of one of the fountain heads, raining down on the pokemon and making him jump. The stuff was so…unbelievably sticky. It felt like he was wading through gum, his paw pads sticking to the rubber flooring…  "Crap…! What IS this?!" He snapped, flapping his wings frantically. The sensors meanwhile continued the little fountain show that was pre programmed with the set up. Small geysers of latex came up from the pipes, showering him with droplets of the black gunk… some of the globules slid down his body, while some would stick to his fur and wings…

He tried to pull away, as his paws were basically cemented to the ground… "wh-hey! Let go!" He flapped more, wings weighed down by the weight of the latex. "Dammit! C'mon!" He struggled, leaning forward to try and pull a back leg free… only to get shot in the face with a spurt of the liquid latex.

"NGH! MMPH!" His muzzle was covered in the stuff, feeling it slip down his forehead and over his nose and mouth. He couldn't even raise a paw to remove it or wipe it away…

Hyper was stuck, and good. All he could do was hope someone would come out and find him…

Lucky for him, he wasn't going to be left out in the cold.

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"Fuck's sake. Griz owes me for this."

Buzzsaw the Espeon was grumbling as he walked by, toolbox and flashlight levitating at his sides. Griz's sensors had gone off around the splash pad, and now there was the 'clogged spout' alert going off… of course, Griz's stupid little latex trap had gone off too early, Buzz had TOLD HER it had been a terrible idea to set it up so damn soon! But nooo, she INSISTED on a 'soft open' type of test. Stupid lizard bitch.

The espeon would make his way down to the splash pad, still clearly unhappy about being called in for this. "Probably some stupid raccoon or possum wandering in from off the grounds." He sighed, walking past the gates and shining his light out into the middle of the splash pad.

"Oh? The hell?"

He would levitate himself a few inches above the muck, watching as a blue furred pokemon he didn't recognize struggled and flapped his wings in desperation. Rolling his eyes, Buzz split the goo holding the captive's muzzle shut, asking, "So. Who the hell are you, and what are you doing on the splash pad, buddy?"

"Pwah! I…Im Hyperion…! Sorry I…I was just taking a walk and…" he panted, trying to explain himself as he gulped air. "I got trapped by this… this gunk! Please! You gotta help me outta here!"

"I ain't gotta do nothing, buddy." With a quickness that came with practice and experience, Buzz would lift the goo up and around Hyper, carrying both him and the latex holding him away.

"Wh-what are you doing! Please! Let me go!" Hyper cried, struggling against the psychic force that held him still.

"Nah. I'm getting your ass back to your room so I can get back to repairing that splash pad." Buzz said, walking with purpose as he got back to the feral specific rooms…

"Please! C'mon it was an honest mistake! I didn't mean to-MGH?!"

"That's enough outta you." Buzz growled, using a glob of latex to muzzle Hyper again. "I got called away from a dinner on my day off for this, so forgive me if I'm not feeling very charitable."

The espeon plopped the still stuck eeveelution to the floor of his room, and blasting the latex with some of his psychic energy… it went from his paws up his legs, slowly creeping up his fur.

"NNN! HHGH! PLPH!" Hyper screamed into his gag, eyes wide as he tried to pull away.

"Yeah, so you can just sit there and think about the importance of obeying signs while I go and get this work done and get that sweet Overtime pay." Buzz snapped, shutting and locking the door with the stopper. The Do Not Disturb would be left on the handle, leaving Hyper to be slowly engulfed by the latex. 

It would slowly work its way up his legs and over the course of a few hours, up to his torso, and then to his head and neck…

And there was nothing Hyper could do about it.

He was trapped, and good.