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Not all shortcuts are safe! (part 2)
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Hyndrim stood in place. He could do little more than fidget nervously. His breaths were uneven and interspaced with soft whines, because of the uneasy anticipation.
Oh fuck! Oh God! he bemoaned, in his head so as to not trigger another punitive choking from the predator plant. What is this thing? Is it going to eat me? Am I going to spend my last days being digested alive, like some kind of big scaly fly, in the middle of nowhere? You have to be kidding me!
Fortunately, as the minutes passed, nothing happened. The young man felt nothing, except a slight discomfort at being tied up in such fashion. No big pointy teeth sinking in his body, no acid burning his smooth striped skin. In fact, the way the plant restrained him, tied neck to toe by its limbs, squeezing enough to keep him still without harming him. It was kind of…
Erotic, come to think of it, Hyndrim thought. Like some weird kinky Japanese bondage.
The lizard could not help it, despite the frightful first minutes of his predicament. He was held captive, as naked as the day he was born, by a monster which had no conception of personal space. The plant’s vines have spent the last couple minutes exploring his body. They poked and pressed various spots, with surprising gentleness. Because of how gradual this skinship session went, the sudden feeling of a flat-headed tentacle cupping up Hyndrim’s ballsack startled the traveler.
“What the-uck!”
A reprimanding choke reminded the reptile to keep quiet, as he stared down and witnessed what was happening. The new tentacle pushed up, squishing Hyndrim’s testicles against its spongey embrace. The tendrils extending from the corners of the flat head whipped against the boy’s waistline. They stuck on his striped skin, then began stretching across his lower back.
Then, to Hyndrim’s renewed surprise, the velvety cilia-covered inside of the impromptu thong began squeezing and stroking in rhythmic motions, massaging each individual part of his genitals with almost chirurgical precision and soaking them in an oily fluid. A long breathy moan escaped the poor victim’s throat, as the plant slowly worked him into a state of helpless arousal, whether he wanted or not.
“Oooh… Oh f-. Nnnh~ Nnnn… Haaah…” Aaaah… Oh fuck it’s… it’s peeling back my foreskin. Wait, n… “Nnffffu-ghk!” N-No… Not my glans… T-too sensitive! Stop…
The thicker vines tightened and clenched Hyndrim’s body each time he tried to shake the specialized tentacle off his crotch. Eventually, knowing beyond a doubt that he would not be able to escape by himself, the lizard stopped struggling and focused on resisting the increasing pleasure.
The plant went through the motions, uncaring about its prey’s state of mind. Another flat-headed tentacle stretched across his chest. Its shape was quite different, made of two triangular flaps. The inside of the flaps was thicker than the thong’s, with a small puckered hole at the center. The plant gave Hyndrim all the time to realize what was this tentacle’s function, as the flaps slowly lined up with his flat chest, then rose up. The little holes started sucking the air in sync, while they approached the lizard’s black nipples inch after, giving him a dreadful preview of the incoming new stimulation. Still, Hyndrim braced himself.
Breathe. You can do it. Think about something. Think ab-aaah… AAaaah! N-no! Not theeeere!
A series of shocked moans erupted from the giant bush. Hyndrim felt something push its way past his sphincter. It was oily and wriggly, but he definitely recognized the shape of a phallus, as it wormed its way into his ass. The unfortunate traveller’s breathing accelerated, his body was locked in a pitiful belly dance as everything was happening, all at once. The tentacle on his crotch enclosed his half-hard and quickly growing, while tendrils finally managed to join together, looping around the anthro’s tail then tying to each other, leaving the main body vacuumed to his smooth skin. At the same time, the upper tentacle’s flaps flattened on his breasts; the tiny mouths quickly trapped the young man’s nipples past their puffy rim, stiffening them and making them tingly with repeated sucks. At the same time, the tentacle in Hyndrim’s ass pushed past his prostate and inflated, compressing it and making his cock spit a stream of clear pre into its soft prison; meanwhile, the base of the tentacle espoused the reptile’s striped ass and tied itself to its frontside twin to form the back half of the strangest underwear he has ever worn.
Hyndrim’s mind went blank for a moment. When he came to, he could not believe what was happening.
What is this?! What the fuck is this?! That bush is molesting me with some kind of… Perverted… Plant bikini. And it’s… Working… “F-fuuuuuuck…”
Story by Sashi138 and KLN
