Bushman's Wife

By Silver Sheep

The red fox stood nude in the cold metal room lit by fluorescent lighting. It was a windowless room with two doors. The door that he had come through lead back to the staff areas of the botanical gardens. The other door was much more foreboding. It was marked with warnings. The first warnings were for biological hazards; the next was a notice for cognition hazards. This door went to one of the exhibits in the botanical gardens.

Inside was the strange living rubber plant called Bushman's Wife. While it didn't digest its prey, it still drew a part of its sustenance from biological creatures. It was given the name due to what it took from the beings it trapped. It was a unique type of non-lethal carnivorous plant. Owen was here to gather a sample of its aphrodisiac laden sap. Researchers in the biomedical community where hunting a replacement for Viagra. One that could also increase sperm counts for perspective couples wanting to bear children.

It was Owen's job to go inside the chamber and collect some of the sap that would ooze from the bulb into a small test tube. The test tube was made from clear acrylic and couldn't be easily broken if dropped on the ground. He was unsure why exactly he needed to be naked for this task. They had said it was because of the strong pheromones that could get onto his clothing and contaminate the facility. Why not just give him a biohazard suit?

"Are you ready Owen?" came a voice over the PA.

Owen recognised it was Rebecca the lead researcher and his boss.

"Yes," Owen said aloud.

Both this room and the exhibit contained hidden microphones in case of intruders. They could be used to pick up his voice that was then transmitted to Rebecca.

"I'm going to open the door now Owen. Remember we need a full sample before you can leave," said Rebecca.

A loud buzzer sounded as the durable metal door began to open. As soon as it was open, Owen rushed inside. Inside the exhibit was the Bushman's Wife plant. A section of the floor was made up of a porous growth medium. The rubbery plant was planted in the centre of the room. It stood just over a metre tall. It had a large bulb that was a deep rubbery green colour.  At the tip of the bulb was an opening it was a bright purple, almost in an unnatural shade. This room was metal and had some sprinklers set up on the ceiling near the large observation windows. 

Owen looked up he could see the clear observation windows. They were made with acrylic. A foot thick so no silly members of the public could perforate the viewing glass. Standing at the primary viewing platform was Rebecca. The female hyena was dressed in a lab coat. She had a piercing on her right eyebrow with a simple ring. Her hair was done up in braids decorated with some colourful shells. She looked half scientist and half musician in Owen's opinion. She had a doctorate in exotic biology, and she specialised in exotic bio-rubber plants.

Owen walked over to the plant and opened the test tube in his paw. The tip of the bulb was where the Bushman's Wife would excrete its sap. It took about a minute for Owen to notice a change in the bulb. The purple opening began to moisten with a clear fluid. The fluid formed droplets across the purple part of the bud before it coagulated into a viscous gel. The gel began to collect into a dollop before sliding out of the opening. That was the sap Owen had to gather.

The fox was ready. He held the vial under the gathering ooze. The first drip of the sap dropped into the bottom of the acrylic tube. Owen's nostrils flared. The plant itself had a rubbery scent, but the fluid it created had a much different smell. As another drop fell into the test tube, Owen licked his black canine nose. He sniffed again, this scent was quite pleasant perhaps too pleasant. It carried with it a much more primal scent. Owen thought it best not to actively smell the plant anymore.

Soon, the room reeked of the plant's lust-inducing pheromones. Owen pressed the back of his oft hand paw to his nose to at least try and block out the potent scent. It was useless because a canine's nose was just too sensitive. He kept his test tube under where sap was dribbling. He continued to collect the nectar or sap. Slowly the test tube filled. Owen could hear some shuffling above as the metal roof reverberated from the sound of foot paws walking. They were making their way towards the exhibit, to the viewing deck. Owen looked up to see four other researchers all of them male. There was a wolf, a cheetah, a bluebird of some description and a grey fox with orange eyes.

Rebecca had seemingly detected Owen's unease as she said “Don't be nervous Owen. A few of my colleagues are here to observe the capturing. It's nothing out of the ordinary.”

Owen turned his attention away from the viewing windows above and back to the plant. The real reason for his nervousness wasn't the fact that he was being watched. It was the effect that the pheromones dispersed around the room were having on his genitals. As much as his rational mind tried to fight the impact of the chemical cocktail that the plant put out. His body was very much a slave to the chemical reactions inside his brain. Owen wrapped his bushy tail around his waist. It was his only option to hide his modesty.

The scent of the pheromone laced sap could best be described as a vixen in heat. According to the literature on the Bushman's Wife, the pheromones would replicate the naturally occurring estrus hormones found in many females of different species. It affected ferals as well as anthros due to their similar biology. The plant was undoubtedly effecting him much like it would any other fox anthro.

Despite his boss and several strangers watching on Owen began to feel very flushed indeed. He could feel his pulse quicken despite his simple task. He closed his eyes as he felt the beginnings of an erection. Perhaps the most embarrassing one he had ever had. His shame only slowed down his growing lust not stop it. He looked down at the drizzling sap. The test tube was two thirds full. He just needed the last third before he could get out of there. With luck before the assemblage of people noticed his arousal.

He focused on his task watching the sweet looking sap slowly ooze into the test tube. More of his tapered cock had seeped out of his own sheath. He let out a gasp as his growing erection brushed his tail fur making him shudder. Dammit, hurry up you stupid plant! The opening at the end of the bulb was reminding Owen of a female's vulva. He didn't know if this was his own thoughts or just the chemical cocktail making him think more dirty ideas.

Finally, the test tube was full of the strange plant's sap. Owen quickly placed the cap on the vial and turned to the exit. The door fell closed with a large clank. Owen looked skyward for answers he caught the hyena's detached expression before she tapped on the microphone.

“Owen there's a slot for your sample on the far wall. You didn't really think you would walk through the back areas covered in pheromones did you?”

“Of course,”  was all that Owen could muster in reply.

He wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. He had a full hard-on in front of not only his boss but a group of random men, and not even that thought would make him go flaccid again. He just needed to drop the damn sample off and get out. He would get to a shower or whatever they wanted to do with him. Owen walked across the room more slowly than he wished to because his tail fur was rubbing across his sensitive canine cock as he moved. He quickly found a small box that was labelled specimen collection. He swung it open and deposited the vial of sap inside before closing it again. He could hear a magnetic lock in engage on the other side of the specimen collection box.

Owen shuddered again. He could feel he had leaked some pre-cum onto the long tail fur. He needed to get out of this damn place, masturbate and write up his report. He briskly walked over to the door. It was still closed. It had no handle on this side and was all operated remotely. The door must have weighed a ton literally because it's made out of solid steel. There's no way he could lift it even if it were a muscle fox. He looked skyward for the second time. Why wasn't the door opening?

"Owen why is your tail covering your crotch? Are you hiding something?" asked Rebecca. Her tone carried a playful almost teasing inflexion.

Owen could feel his pointed ears press flat. He had to concentrate on his tail so it wouldn't slink behind him.

"I-if t-that's all can I leave now?" stammered Owen.

"You have done a great job. Only about a third of our subjects have resisted the effects of the Bushman's Wife long enough to deliver their sample," said the hyena.

Owen had a sinking feeling.

“Gentleman, it's time for stage two of the experiment. As you can see our volunteer, Owen is sexually aroused. He is under the effects of the Bushman's Wife," explained Rebecca.

“What experiment! I gave you the sample now let me out of here!” yelled Owen.

"Oh, excuse me, let me just mute the test chamber," said Rebecca. She flicked at a switch with one of her fingers on the console.

A stripe of pure fear ran down Owen's spine. It was only surpassed by his growing arousal. He gasped as he had been absent-mindedly brushing his tail over his cock. He quickly swished it behind him as his mind was overcome with sexual daydreams. He was a civilised fox that didn't want to pleasure himself for all to view, then and there. Owen was sure if he were alone he would have succumbed to his growing sexual needs by now.

Looking up again he could see the other botanists and doctors looking down at him in the plant exhibit. He began to feel very much like a rat in a maze only it was a one-room maze with the most absolutely fuckable plant in the centre of it. He crouched down and tried to hide his excitement between his knees. His soft vulpine fur rubbed against his exposed cock making him shudder again.

“Our subject is resisting the aphrodisiac effects of the Bushman's Wife sap. He only has a couple of minutes tops before the allure of the plant overcome his modesty," explained Rebecca to the group.

"I never agreed to this! Let me out this instant!" screamed Owen.

The assemblage of scientists didn't react to his outburst evidently he had been muted.

Owen's vulpine cock ached for touch. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to think about disgusting un-sexy things. Strangely his thoughts could only turn to that plant's lovely opening just like a horny vixen's wet vulva waiting for her mate to claim her. A couple of minutes or so passed. Owen's will was being beaten down by the ever-present pheromones saturating the room. He sniffed at his hands and realised that he smelled of the plant as well that sweet sap.

Owen opened his eyes and turned towards the plant. He shouldn't, he shouldn't do this with people watching, but that's slick opening was just so inviting. Owen slowly licked his chops. Just thinking about how soft and velvety the inside of that bulb would feel. That nectar would provide the perfect lubricant making for a smooth entry and pleasurable rubs. He looked up at the furs of science. Their expressions were clinical and dispassionate. At this moment he wasn't equal to them; he was merely a specimen.

Owen snarled flashing his teeth at them. Those fuckers thought he was a lab rat.  A dead frog placed on the autopsy slab ready for dissecting. He got to his foot paws. The growth medium was cold to the touch as he moved closer. Owen glared up at his boss and the scientists. The temping sap was still leaking out the bulb's opening. He was going to show them what a fox could do, how a fox could love. Most of his vulpine cock was out in the open. He guided his angry red rocket to the opening at the end of the bulb.

It only took one thrust for his full length to be inside. His maw dropped open as Owen let out a cry. Inside the bulb had a warm sleeve that felt purposely made for his vulpine erection. He really shouldn't be fucking this plant. It was how it ensnared its prey. He pulled his cock out to inspect it. He maleness dripped with the sap of the plant. Surely a dumb plant couldn't capture an anthro fox. How could it? It was merely a bulb standing on a stalk. It didn't look deadly at all, well not that it killed anyway. Reluctantly he withdrew his cock and try to get some self-control back.

“Now the specimen has surrendered to the pheromones and has begun to copulate with the plant. The Bushman's Wife tailors its pheromone production to creatures in its environment. It releases a steady cocktail of pheromones specific to the prey animal in its local biosphere,” said  Rebecca.

Owen grit his teeth. The bulb felt like a tailor-made fleshlight. He was panting just from that first thrust. Surely he could have his fun then quickly withdraw if anything came up. He just had to keep his eyes peeled if the plant did anything strange you would just pull away. The self-reassurance was enough to overcome the last of Owen's modesty. He slid his vulpine cock back inside the welcoming bulb.

Owen moaned loudly as he rolled his hips thrusting his lubed up penis inside the pleasure flower. It was beginning to understand why this particular plant was called Bushman's Wife. He didn't know if it was the pheromones or just the inviting texture of its insides, but this was definitely the best sex toy he had ever tried. His chest heaved as he panted. His orgasm was building quite swiftly. There was something he wanted to try first.

He placed his hand paws on either side of the bulb and squeezed. The sensation rippled through to his pumping penis, and he repeated the process. He opened his eyes again to check that the plant wasn't doing anything. It was just a plant really. It wasn't moving or doing anything a plant shouldn't be doing. It felt like heaven around his vulpine erection. His gentle squeezing was enhancing the experience even more so.

As he got more into it, he crouched forward. Owen tried to keep his eyes open on alert for any suspicious activities, but he couldn't help himself. He let go of his vigilance and just   enjoyed the moment. This was a strange job indeed fucking a plant for a living. Should he put this part on his resume? His bulbous glands had flared out of his sheath, and his canine knot had slid easily into the opening.

As his boiling an orgasm came up from his tight balls, he squeezed both sides of the bulb with all his might. The thundering orgasm overtook him.  Owen cried aloud not caring if the other furs were watching him or not. At that moment it was just a selfish orgasm, his own pleasure on his mind. It took a few moments to regain some sort of composure.

Slimy movements coming up his arms repurchased his attention in a snap. He tore his gaze downward to the bulb. Both of his hand paws were recovered in a glistening green latex. The latex was slowly creeping up his forearms towards his elbows. He tugged both hands away from the plant, but he could only get a small amount of freedom. The rubber stretched and was quite elastic. Owen had stolen some measure of freedom the latex had stopped creeping up his arms, and in fact, it had retreated about a centimetre or so.

The recent orgasm had cleared Owen's head. He knew he had to escape this plant's clutches. It seemed quite doable. He just needed to work his hand paws free. He concentrated on his left arm using the power of his other more dominant arm to build up momentum. Movement near legs caught his attention. Near the base of the central stalk new shoots of green latex, tendrils had grown out seemingly instantly. They were making advances towards his foot paws. He stepped away but with his pelvis still close to the bulb and his hand paws trapped as they were he could only take a step or so away from the plant.

He began tugging with more ferocity knowing that the plant was now actively trying to trap him. He was slowly working his hands and forearms free, and as long as his legs remained free, he could cross the room and flee from this horticultural temptress.

“Our subject has been caught in stage one of the Bushman's Wife trap. His ejaculation has awoken the plant to the fact that there is prey available.  Escape from the stage is quite possible but it is made difficult by the plants now active state,”  said Rebecca.

The sound of Rebecca's voice made Owen let out a growl. This was remarkably easy; he was almost halfway free. It was at that moment the inside of the bulb rippled. Owen gasped and tried to pull away. Not that the sensation was unpleasant it was just distracting.  He found that some tendrils that he hadn't noticed had wrapped themselves around his buttocks and hips. They secured the bulb around his member so he could only pull away your inch or so. Not enough to be free of its influence.

"Shit!" Owen swore.

He was now fighting his own arousal. It had been fading driven by the fear of being devoured by a plant thing. Now the bulb was the one to do the fucking or was it sucking it was hard to tell with a plant what was what. The inviting bulb rippled again and again. Owen's sensitive canine penis was becoming receptive again. He could feel his arousal slowly returning. His recent orgasm had only bought him my small amount of time. He pulled at his hands trying to free them from the latex mire. He scooted his foot paws left and right avoiding the tendrils trying to wrap them. At one point he had to stop pulling at his hands to free one of his foot paws from a tendril that had coiled it around. Owen was grunting from exertion as he stamped on the tendrils freeing his foot paw.

"In its active state, the Bushman's Wife will actively stimulate its prey's penis while it tries to ensnare its prey's other limbs," explained Rebecca.

What wasn't helping was the bulb. It rippled over Owen's sensitive penis distracting his efforts to get free. Now the plant was hungry it had a taste of his seed, and it wanted more. The bulb felt like a giant sucking maw at his genitals. The latex around his left hand paw was retreating slowly. He had the focus on escape and not on his sex drive. It was his sex drive that got him into this trouble, and it wouldn't help him get out of it. With a bit more effort his left hand paw was free.

He grabbed the wrist of his right hand paw that was still trapped in the bulb and tugged. With one paw free it was easy to claw and pull his right hand paw out of the bulb's latex. Owen was quite proud of himself that he had got his hand paws free. He sidestepped the tendrils trying to wrap up his foot paws. He now began to claw at the tendrils wrapped around his waist. They were tough but not invulnerable he was cutting through them with his claws.

He had just five stands left to cut through when it all went wrong. The building orgasm that he had been trying to resist came up suddenly. Owen was pushed over the edge by his desperate tugging on the last few tendrils. Males are made helpless by their orgasm. There was nothing Owen could do to stop it as it rolled over his body. He forced his eyes closed as he was overwhelmed by the sensation. More cum gushed into the plant.

The plant went wild. Latex tendrils wrapped around Owen's wrists and tugged him back into place. His arms soon wrapped up to his elbows in latex tendrils. He was pulled closer to the plant and made to hug it. His arms meeting under the bulb. The sturdy central stalk supported both him and the plant's weight. The plant grew taller and soon he was up off the ground. He had no leverage from the ground so his legs were quickly wrapped up. His legs were bent at the knees and wrapped closed. All his limbs were encased in ribbons of latex vines that bound him to the plant. Owen screamed out more from the over-stimulation than bondage. His recently spent prick was being milked again with no time to recover.

Owen's hypersensitive penis was being stroked and suckled. His maleness was the centre of Owen's world for a few moments. When the overstimulation ceased, he opened his eyes to assess the situation. He was looking down at the growth medium, and he was tied to the plant, draped over it. He knew he was entirely trapped now, but it didn't stop him from squirming and desperately thrashing around all that was free was his tail, and that lashed impotently in the air. He could rock the central stalk to and fro but he couldn't tip over the sturdy pant.

“Our subject is now trapped in stage two of the Bushman's Wife trap. The second orgasm has proven to the plant that he is a potent male suitable for harvesting.  A creature trapped in this stage are unable to free themselves in 99% of cases,”  explained the hyena.

"Help, help, help! Get me out of this thing!" Owen screamed.

“The Bushman's Wife is triggered by seminal fluid collecting in its first bulb. A subject will be trapped in stage two until a third orgasm. The third release of seminal fluid will provoke the plant into the final stage, stage three where the subject is kept for long-term harvesting,” explained Rebecca.

Owen didn't like that idea one bit. He frantically thrashed and twisted his body, but he was helplessly secured. He had no freedom of movement only a few inches, and that was just the rubbery plant stretching; it didn't give any freedom beyond that. A new horror began to emerge from the growth medium. It was a second bulb it was the same colour as the first one, green with a purple interior. 

This bulb breached the surface it opened up like a flower. Inside there were purple petals was a long transparent tube in the centre. The plant was slowly coming towards Owen. Owen was trapped. He turned his head this way and that to try to avoid the open flower as it approached his muzzle.

“This second bulb is used when the Bushman's Wife captures its prey in stage two. The tubular structure inside the flower fits inside the prey's muzzle it provides air, sustenance and fluids. This keeps its prey alive while it is in stage three,”  explained Rebecca.

Owen's cock was under assault while all this was going on. He was being milked like a cow in the dairy. Two orgasms down and his stamina was flagging, but the plant was relentless now that he was trapped. Owen gasped and whimpered as his cock was being worshipped by the strange rubbery plant. It was almost sinful how much delight it was giving him. He had to resist even if it was just a few minutes maybe he could pry himself free somehow. The open flower was getting closer though it was almost to his lips.

“The subject can resist for a time, but when the feeder flower has been wrapped around its muzzle. Our subject will be given a dose of a powerful aphrodisiac. It's just a few doses of the plant's sap. That is all that's needed to seal this prey's fate," said Rebecca.

Owen watched in horror as the open flower with this phallic like tube was aimed towards his muzzle. It paused for several moments and then like a coiled spring is sprung forth. The tube forced down his muzzle that had been cast open from his desperate painting. The petals of the flower sealed around the back of his muzzle and shut, fusing closed. The phallic-like tube expanded pressing his tongue to the floor of his mouth. There was no way he could expel it now.

Owen took a few raspy breaths at least could still breathe through this tube. Then suddenly he could hear a wet sound as fluid began to surge up this tube. His muzzle was filled with delicious honey-like nectar. Owen had no choice but to swallow it down. Another mouthful was delivered, and then Owen was allowed to breathe again. He could feel more sap dripping down his neck with the flower closed around his head.

He felt a hot flush wash over his body. It must have been sap that he had been made to drink. His whole body began to tingle, and his loins began to heat up. He opened his eyes to see inside this bulb, and all he could see was translucent green latex. It gave him some soft green light but inside was mostly opaque. He couldn't make out anything outside of his prison. He closed his eyes again as sap oozed and dripped around the face.

His cock suddenly felt extra sensitive. Stamina had returned with a vengeance, and he felt like he was in his puberty again. His vulpine lust was bubbling back to the surface. He couldn't contain himself as the first bulb continue to milk his canine penis. Owen let out a muffled moan as he helplessly creamed himself for the third time. It was a mind shattering orgasm he couldn't believe that this strange plant could do this to him. This was his most massive orgasm by far more prominent than the previous two that he had given this plant.

Trapped as he was, he couldn't see, but he could feel his body being enveloped by more latex vines and tendrils. Owen was being wrapped up like a mummy. A more app description would be creeping vines strangling a tree as they pulled him close, but they weren't crushing him. It was a safe, warm hug. It was then he felt it, a pressure building in his mind. At first, he thought he was having a heart attack or stroke from all the stress, but within minutes it became clear what it really was.

Owen wiggled as he felt someone or something was slipping into his mind. It was a gentle pressure like an old gentleman easing themselves into a bath. Owen's being was overtaken by a feeling of safety. It was a primal feeling, one that reminded him of his mother. A kind of sacred love. Strange images began to appear in Owen's mind. A picture of him wrapped up in a tight blanket was the first vision. The next image was of him wrapped up in a sleeping bag. All the while he was bombarded of perceptions of being hugged, the thoughts of cuddling a lover not even sexual just the pleasure of being held.

It was right to be wrapped up tight. Owen had nothing to fear the plant didn't want to hurt him. Owen shook this thought out of his mind; those were not his thoughts. What was going on? I'm your friend Owen, just accept my warm embrace. I'll let you go eventually. It wasn't a new voice more like his internal monologue. Owen whimpered, but the emotions were getting stronger. He kept trying to deny them, but the plant rippled around him as if it was trying to reassure him that it was alright to be its captive.

Owen was stubborn, but there was nothing else he could focus on the besides the feeling of the warm embrace. Being inside this strange rubbery plant was nice and warm. Not too hot but just the right temperature. Just the sense of a warm body pressed all around him. Owen's panic was being washed away, washed away like waves on the beach. With each wave, Owen was becoming more docile more accepting of his predicament. Yes, he should just stay here for a while it's not too bad. He needed a vacation. Pleasure came the feeling in Owen's mind. It will be pleasurable to stay inside just for a time and then he could go free. The last of Owen's stress was melted away. He was going to be here for a while he may as well enjoy his predicament.