Excerpt from Missing Journal Entry #23:

 Today I had one of the most unusual encounters on my journey. I awoke early this morning, which was rather surprising after my exhausting encounter yesterday with... well you already know don't you Journal? Either way, I found myself oddly refreshed, and packed up my gear to head out a bit early, eager to reach the village I have only just now arrived at... Five days later.

 Upon my journey so far I have seen and experienced many strange things, enjoyed local customs and festivals, but my choice a few days ago couldn't have landed me in a weirder situation. (that isn't to say I didn't enjoy myself.... a lot...) And what was that choice? A fork in the road. As I approached the spit, the sun had just began to rise, casting a beautiful orange light on the two paths. The one to the right, veering off into a thick bush with a half broken sign stating it was nearly 50 miles to the village I was headed to. A three to four day walk at least.

 But to my left lay an open path, with a cool breeze and sweet scent emanating from it. I was rather pleased to see it wasn't even half the distance. I thought to myself 'Heck, if I push myself today, I could reach the village by nightfall, and have ample time to ask the natives what they knew of the tomb I was searching for.

 Of course I picked the shorter road! And as I have learned many times on my quest, looks can AND WILL ALWAYS be deceiving. Just like those kind traveling merchant bears... I do hope I run into them again... Even after the past few days I currently find myself getting quite aroused at the thought of them.. AHEM! Where was I? Ah yes. So the pleasant path with the sweet smell and nice breeze. Not one mile down that road the terrain changed. The ground now soggy, colors of the foliage dulled, and the light from the freshly risen sun seemed to fade away by an odd fog rolling in. 

 For a moment I hesitated, 'perhaps I should head back' I thought. But only for a moment! I never backed down from anything. Hesitated a few times yes, but never backed down from a challenge. So I trudged onwards, And as if to confirm a speculation, the road only got worse. I had found myself in a full on swamp before I knew it. 

 Oddly enough, there was still that sweet smell, and it was getting stronger, as if emanating from the swamp itself. It was quite a familiar smell too, but I just couldn't place it at the time. At the very least it made my slow trudge through the rough, wet, slimy terrain slightly enjoyable. Trust me, if this smelled like a swamp normally should, I probably would have, just for the once, headed back.

 The further I progressed, the darker it got, as if the sun were afraid to illuminate this place. It felt like the time of day had no meaning here. After what I could only guess as an hour or two, I decided to stop for a break and eat. I had managed to find a fallen tree that was relatively dry, on which I laid my pack down and dug out a loaf of bread. I sat quietly munching on the almost stale bread when I first heard Their chirping.

 Birds? Here? It couldn't be. And then in the shadows some 20 yards away I saw something move. Fast. It was defiantly no bird. Without realizing it I had found my way to my feet, and moved towards my pack to pull out my knife. By the time it was in my hand it the entire swamp had fallen silent. Even the insects were no longer buzzing around.

 And then another chirp, somewhat closer. And then another, and another.... In seconds the entire swamp went from total silence to a rather maniacal chirping that could almost be described as laughter. In a panic now, not even knowing what danger it was that I faced this time, I grabbed my pack and found myself running off in what I could only hope was the right direction.

 My unknown stalkers soon took chase, I could hear them, thrashing and slamming against the trees, as they came flying after me. Heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, I fled for my life. And in stupidity, I chanced a look behind me, only to trip over what I had thought was a root the second I turned my head. I slammed to the ground with a force hard enough to knock the air out of me.

 And before I could catch my breath, let alone comprehend what was going on I was suddenly suspended in the air, and the now rather strong sweet scent flooding my nose. Dazed and confused, I tried to gather my bearings and figure out what had a hold of me when I was suddenly face to face with it.

 If you could call it a face? I mean. It was a vine. But it moved and swayed with me as I hung upside down. Almost as if it had eyes peering into me. to be honest, I was rather caught off guard. I was expecting some kind of primitive anthros, or perhaps some mythical animal like the many others I had encountered in this region.

 And then it chirped at me. Hah. I'll be damned, it was a sentient plant! And while I admired the creature, and my mind wandered a bit on the subject, I had failed to notice more of them appearing around me, slowly beginning to creep over my body. It wasn't until I was turned right side up again that I became aware of them... and the fact that some of them started to rip my clothes off of me.

 It was rather strange, and again worry set in. What could they possibly want with me, and why did they need to ruin my clothes to do it! I swear I am almost out of spare sets. If this keeps up I'll be traveling nude by the time I reach the tomb. Never the less, as much as I tried to protest, it was useless. After all it was a plant, and it was going to get what it wanted out of me whether I wanted it or not.

 It was then that I noticed the rather large vine that had been 'staring' me in the face had begun to drool some sort of sap onto my chest. It was a sort of translucent white goo, and it seemed like that was the source of the sweet scent I had become infatuated with.

 A rather loud rip, that was the sound of my pants and boxers being fully torn away, tore my eyes downward just in time to see one of the vines crawl softly over my growing erection. Erection? In the throws of it all I hadn't even realized I was getting aroused. And even further so as the leathery, yet slimy and soft vine created friction as it slid around my dick. 

 It didn't take much for the vine to take me to full mast, the sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Imagine the rough but pleasant tongue of a sultry feline giving you head, but with added bonus of a firm grip but gentle grip on your shaft all at the same time. That doesn't even come close to how good this felt. I was entranced as I watched as the vine began to milk my cock. It twirled up and down, squeezing and stroking all at the same time. A moan soon escaped my mouth, when suddenly the vine in front of my face sprayed it's 'sap' across my muzzle and onto my now accessible tongue. Acting on instinct, I licked my lips and swallowed what had landing on my tongue, as if were cum that I was rather used to swallowing. And if I didn't know better, it tasted exactly like that. 

 I soon discovered that the sweet musky fluid these vines produced also doubled as one hell of an aphrodisiac. Within seconds I felt as if I had been drugged, my entire body releasing all of its tension. It no longer put up the rather weak fight I was giving, and I just relaxed. I wanted more. Just from that small taste I knew I wanted more! My body felt amazing, and as if the vine knew what exactly what I was thinking, it pressed itself up against my lips. I'd bet anything that it was smirking internally. It had won it's fight, and now it was claiming it's prize. And I let it. My lips parted and I allowed the vine into my mouth and was promptly greeted with a large blast of it's cum. The suddenness of it, the sensation of yet another shaft exploding in my mouth sent me over the edge, my first orgasm, with many, many more to follow, coursed through my body like none other. The vine wrapped around my cock tightened its grip and pressed right up against my spurting tip, almost as if it were trying to suck in my cum. 

 Through the haze of my own orgasm, I happened to notice some of the other nearby vines, several now leaking and exploding as if in their own orgasm... As scientifically interesting as it was, I didn't care at the time, the 'shaft' as I named the rather large vine that was taking up my mouth made its presence the center of my attention again as it began to thrust itself back and forth in my mouth, and I was all to eager to oblige its plight. My tongue danced across it's almost salty surface, seemingly working to coax more of the hypnotic mind and body numbing elixir into my mouth and down my throat. I was soon assaulted my ever more intense feelings; the vines around me, suspending in the air, seemed to shift ever so slightly on my body, further adding to my pleasure. 

 I had barely noticed as yet more vines came into the fro, and one rather eager vine poking at my now exposed tail hole. Still a bit loose from my recent encounter with the bear merchants, it slipped in with ease eliciting more moans from my rather stuffed muzzle. My body now completely consumed with pleasure from head to to, I found myself slipping instantly into another orgasm, much harder and longer than the one just moments ago. My mind began slipping further and further from me as the vines had their way with me. I barely registered that I was now being filled from both ends, the shafts with in me pumping me full of their delicious fluids. 

 It was not long after I lost complete and total track of time, where the beginning of one orgasm ended and the next started. How long had I been there? These vines fucking me non-stop, and if one finished another was there to take its place. I slowly noticed a strange fullness within me. Or had it always been there? It was hard to make sense of things at the time, and my memory of, what I later found out, the next five days was a fog. A fog filled with sweet cum, musk, never ending fucking, and endless orgasms; all ending in me passing out from the pleasure.

 How did I escape? Or perhaps, why would I want to escape? I still don't know. All I know is that about two hours ago, I was awakened by a rural bovine farmer from this village. Pleasure still written all over my face as he shook me awake, I glanced around with hazy eyes, unsure if it was all some dream, or if it had really happened. The reality of it was soon confirmed when I looked down to see my near naked body (still somehow downing the now shreds of my shirt), fur matted in several places with a sticky substance, and the rather prominent erection I was [still?] sporting... 

 The farmer was kind enough to help me, even offering to help me clean up, and lend me a pair of slightly too big clothes. With nothing much I could offer in return for his help, he was all too eager to oblige when I offered him some oral for all his help... Which like many of my oral payments turned into something more. Alas! That is a story for another time. For now I am tired, and must turn in, because tomorrow, if all goes well, I could possibly find the guide I am looking for to take me to the tomb.

 PS: 

 Perhaps the oddest thing I noticed when I awoke the presences of a peculiar pendant around my neck. I still have yet to really examine it, but I am rather exited by the markings on the back, an inscription on the back hinting to a tomb... 
 Was this the work of the vines? Could they have known? hah... 


 PPS:

 I will defiantly have to come back here.