The Garden's of Teoxicapan

By Silver Sheep

The local tribal was right. The Garden's of Teoxicapan could be seen clearly about two kilometres from his current vantage point. The coyote licked his chops. Mcdoneal or what everyone called him Macchiato spied the exotic piece of the jungle that held his prize. Xiuhquetzal or Xi as Macchiato referred to him by, was his local contact.

Xi was a fox that belonged to the local tribe. Macchiato had talked to him at length. The coyote was beginning to suspect that these tribals we're not as primitive as they made themselves out to be. Xi spoke in broken English, and he wore just a loincloth and colourful feather decorations in a band on his left arm, but the fox seemed to know quite a bit about botany and even more about the exotic kind.

It hadn't taken much to bribe the fox — just a few crates of supplies and some modern hand tools. The gardens were held sacred to one of their primitive gods. They were said to be protected by sacred plants that would trap and capture any would-be trespassers. Macchiato knew of some of these plants very well. As a bit of an amateur alchemist, he had an affinity for the more exotic plants of the jungle. He had used some of them in his brews.

The mystery dropped away when you studied and understood the enchanted plants of this region. Macchiato had prepared well because he was confident in his equipment and sure that he could defeat the biological minefield that the tribals had designed. The coyote took another gaze at the shimmering patch of jungle. It was too late to take action today. He would have to prepare for an expedition tomorrow morning and take full advantage of the daylight hours.

Macchiato spent the rest of the day moving his basecamp closer to the gardens of Teoxicapan. His basecamp consisted of a large tent and a few bulky cases of supplies. His benefactors had supplied a small motorboat to lug his things upstream. They had agreed to come in via helicopter when he had gathered enough specimens. These tribal creatures held onto their secrets, but with a bit of coyote magic, he was sure he could unravel them.

The next morning Macchiato was unpacking the primary piece of safety equipment that would allow him to enter the garden. This region of enchanted latex plants is well known to be dangerous. They had properties that mystified science, but there were new ways to deal with their effects. Many of them were carnivorous but not for flesh and blood. Some would feed off psionic energy, while others would cover animals in their spawn to spread and reproduce. Others would even harvest the seminal fluid of their prey once captured. These plants were invasive but never fatal.

The main method of prey attraction used by the plants was often pheromones. Many of the weird plants would release a cocktail of pheromones tailored to the different animal species of the jungle. Certain types of latex plants release a pheromone that would make their subject high as a kite lost in a hallucinogenic haze. Latex plants could sometimes produce lust-inducing aphrodisiac pheromones that would prompt males and females alike into copulating with the plant. Once a victim was found, depending on the plant, it would snare them or contaminate them with corruption like spawn. A spawn that would activate several hours later once the creature was in new territory.

The most dangerous plants of all would affect the minds of creatures with pure psionic energy. These plants would corrupt a host into serving it for a length of time. These animals, or even anthros, would be under the plants thrall for several days. The creatures enthralled would spread more of the plant's spawn and perhaps even protect the plants from predators. 

Macchiato laid out his biohazard suit on the floor of the tent. He began taking off his khakis. It would be warm enough inside the suit, let alone with clothes on. His biohazard suit was made from a synthetic rubber material, devised from some of the very same latex plants it defended from. The biohazard suit came in two parts, jumpsuit with integrated gloves and foot paw socks and a space suit style helmet. The helmet was rigid, made of high impact perspex — a small backpack built into the jumpsuit section contained an air filtration unit and battery power supply.

The chest portion of the suit had a zipper running down the front of it. That allowed Macchiato access. He zipped it open and stepped inside. He guided first his right and his left foot paws into the legs. He pulled the suit up around his waist and fed his coyote tail into the tail sleeve at the rear of the jumpsuit. He pulled up his suit over his midsection and chest. He placed his arms inside the sleeves and fed his hand paws into the arm sleeves, flexing his fingers as he did. At this point, he stopped and did some stretches, making sure he properly fitted inside.

He zipped up the front zipper and walked over to where he had placed the helmet on the ground. He picked up the helmet and attached it to a metal ring around the neck of the suit. He clamped it on and twisted it into the locked position. A spring-loaded clamp snapped into place, and the rubber on each side of the zipper area merged closed over the zipped making an airtight seal. The air pump in the rear of the suit roared to life. He looked down at his wrist and noticed a hidden light-up display illuminate saying he had one hundred percent battery power and the current airborne contaminants outside were low to undetectable.

With the biohazard suit and he was ready to set out towards the gardens. Macchiato made good progress. Through the jungle, it wasn't too dense here he was rather warm but not overheating. He panted lightly in the fishbowl bike helmet of his protective suit. This first mission was just a scouting one he didn't want to carry around the hefty specimen collection containers until he ascertained that the rare plant was at this location.

After about twenty minutes of travelling through the wilderness, he came to the edge of a clearing. The weird and wonderful latex plants of the gardens entered his vision across the way. While they were mostly green in colour like the rest of the jungle, they were distinctively rubberised giving an almost unnatural look in the light of the morning. His wrist-mounted unit beeped and vibrated, drawing the coyote's attention.

He looked down and saw that the levels of air contamination had risen from low to moderate. The sensors of his biohazard suit were picking up contaminants in the air. If Macchiato was breathing the air directly, he would be under the influence of the potent aphrodisiac pheromones. Part of why these plants were so dangerous was that they tampered with the biological chemistry of mammals. Macchiato would be safe as long as he kept his suit on. He checked on the battery power, and it read 91% he would have plenty of time to explore and return.

Macchiato marched across the field, and some of the plants came into better view. They were laying across the ground were some of the entrapment plants. These plants were known locally as Glistening Snare. They were so named because they would ensnare those creatures walking trips through the jungle. They would arrive three days late after being trapped by the plant. The Glistening Snare consisted of three large leaves that laid flat on the ground until a hapless tourist or local animal walked over them. Once the plant detected, it got trodden on; the leaves would wrap around its victim and trapping them with sticky sap.

These types are easy to avoid if you have your wits about you. Macchiato walked across the patch of ground where they planted about five or six of the Glistening Snare plants. Now that he was closer to the gardens themselves, the coyote could see that they are built on stone terraces. The weathered stone was grey mostly the stone walls hidden behind some of The towering plants and bushes, hidden behind a wall of shimmering green enchanted plants.

Macchiato came to a stairway built of the same carved rock. Again his wrist-mounted display beeped and vibrated. He checked it again and noticed the much higher concentrations of pheromones. The pheromones in the air outside had now risen to high and even flashing off the scale. Macchiato was glad to be inside his protective outfit. His mind would be clouded with a sexual haze that would be dampening his logical thoughts if he was breathing it in.

The coyote began to ascend the stairs. Macchiato was moving slowly, placing one foot paw before the other. His hearing was very muted inside the helmet. He could only hear his breathing. Everything outside was muffled. He jumped in the air when he heard something tap the back of his helmet. He looked up to see what had hit him and then he realised he hadn't returned to the ground. Purple tendrils had wrapped around his upper torso and were wrapping around his legs.

The plant wretched him up into the air off the path and onto a nearby terrace. Macchiato tried to control his breathing as the central body of the plant came into view, and he realised it was a Trapper Vine. He had fallen into the trap of this particular one. There was no reason to panic. The Trapper Vine would hold him close for twenty minutes at the most trying to extract a helping of his seminal fluid.

The strong purple vines pulled Macchiato down flat to the ground. It placed his crotch over the plants breeding receptacle. The coyote groaned. He would be stuck here wasting time. The Trapper Vine had gotten the drop on him due to his muffled hearing. Macchiato was confident in his equipment; his biohazard suit designed for environments like this wouldn't break. Made from was much more robust than regular latex and the rubbery material could handle the punishment of the plant grappling him and the vines holding him tightly. And most importantly, he had his wits about him.

He could feel the Trapper Vine groping at his covered sheath. Its breeding receptacle was lining up with his crotch, leaving the thick coating of hormone-laden aphrodisiac sap. The plant sap was about the consistency of lubricant. The Trapper Vine didn't release hormones into the air, but skin contact with the sap produced the sexual effect. Most creatures couldn't help but copulate with the plant while drugged with this sap. The plant would devour the seminal fluid of those it captured letting go those ensnared creatures who didn't produce a load of sperm within a few minutes.

Macchiato did his best to concentrate on breathing slowly. In his training for his expedition, he had allowed himself to be purposefully trapped by a specimen of the Trapper Vine at one of the botanical gardens. It was under controlled conditions, and he would have been cut free if anything did go wrong. The coyote relaxed in the coils of vines, holding him close to the plant's breeding receptacle. He could feel it roll, rubbing at his crotch undulating in tempting motions.

As the minutes passed, Macchiato couldn't help himself but get what was known in the canine world as a lipstick. While he was free from the temptations of the air around him, the motion of the plant rubbing at his crotch was something; he couldn't ignore. There is no way to judge time while he was stuck here he couldn't move his hands as they were bound up in The Vines. It came as a surprise when suddenly the vines began to uncoil from around his body. The coyote did his best to stand and cautiously moved away from the Trapper Vine.

The plant must have decided he was a dud and not a stud and he was released. He checked the battery power on his suit. It was at 83% He did not need to worry.  He was now up some of the way helped by the Trapper Vine. Right in front of him was a wall of the terrace to his left was a drop-down to the stairs that he had just come up. Now that he was oriented he began walking forward until he found the top of the stairs he had been ascending.

Now that he was in the gardens, he soon realised that they had a terraced pyramid design — each terrace stacked on top of several others, every platform seeded with a different kind of enchanted latex plant. The stairs ended for the first terrace at this side. It seemed that he would have to walk through the gardens to get to the next set of stairs. The path split off left and right. Macchiato chose the right path he began walking, keeping an eye out for more danger.

Macchiato could see large twisting leaves that seem to defy gravity; they look like kelp, but on land instead of suspended in the ocean the large twisting vines swayed back and forth not in the breeze but under their power. Macchiato had heard of these plants, but he couldn't remember their exact name or even their scientific name. They weren't as dangerous as the Trapper Vines. He would have to walk into them from these vines to attack him actively.

The large kelp-like vines released a mist of hallucinogenic chemicals that when inhaled would make a creature get high. The danger came from this hallucinogenic trip when a creature was left bereft of their senses they would willingly stumble into the waving kelp plants. There their long leaves shimmered with an iridescent light that would enthral someone on a hallucinogenic trip. They would then wrap up their prey and keep them for about two hours. This plant fed off psionic energy.

Macchiato walked on. He rounded the corner of the terrace that turned left then went straight again. He was flanked on one side by the wall of the terrace. On the other the drop-down to the lower level. He had picked the right side because he came to the next set of stairs without incident.

Macchiato was much more cautious going up the next set of stairs. He didn't encounter any more Trapper Vines. On this terrace, there were the more dangerous carnivorous plants. These were known as the Bushman's Wife. They were large green bulbs standing out of the ground stopping at around crotch level in height. Their single purple opening oozed a powerful aphrodisiac laden sap when they sensed a creature nearby. Macchiato saw these corrupting bulbs, tucked in between jungle trees. The trees surrounding them were native to the jungle but were rubberised and corrupted under the Bushman's Wife sway. Extracts from the Bushman's Wife comprised a good part of Macchiato's biohazard suit.

If it hadn't, the latex corruption of the plants would easily corrupt his protective suit turning it against him, and he would be trapped in corrupted rubber. The Bushman's Wife was also dangerous because of its psionic effects. Those he would just have to fight with his own will. While he protected from the aphrodisiac sap that it would drip from its large bulb. Its psionic effects were free to attack Macchiato's mind.

As he cautiously walked through this terrace, he could feel his mind drifting towards sexual daydreams. Macchiato did his best to ignore the whispers planted in the back of his mind by the devious plants. Despite this, he found his loins swelling. It was as if these plants had a hard line into his kinks and desires. They were flashing them up into his mind's eye. Macchiato kept walking around, knowing that he faltered he might just stay a bit too long.

Surprisingly one of the visions was an image of Xi. Macchiato did sort of fancy the fox. He had a soft flowing coat and strong defined muscles. The life in the tribe had left him a sculpted beauty. Even his scent was exotic. He smelled of the fruit of the jungle. The way his bright vulpine eyes looked at him had made him shiver. He wanted to hold him and run his hand paws over his body. Macchiato shook his head, freeing himself from his daydream.

It took a shorter time to navigate this section as each terrace grew smaller the higher he went up. As he reached the bottom of the stairs to the next terrace upward, he was beginning to feel very lusty indeed. His canine length head swollen out to a full erection slowly teased by the inside of his biohazard suit. He stopped to adjust himself and gave himself a few gentle squeezes. A thick coating left from the Trapper Vine was still coating his crotch. He looked at his hand, paw it was now covered in the glossy sap. He would definitely have to decontaminate the suit before attempting to remove it. 

He climbed up to the next terrace. This one was the second highest one. He was sure the best stuff was at the top, and his target plant must be there. This section of the terrace contained shimmering plants with red berries. These plants were much safer. The berries were spread through being eaten with creatures excreting the seeds in their dung. Macchiato was still erect even though he was sure he was out of the range of The Bushman's Wife.

Macchiato looked around. He was in a safe area, and perhaps he could take care of his lust. The coyote reached down and squeezed his covered cock. The slick sap made his rubber-coated hand paws glide over the already smooth rubber covering his sex. He began pumping himself in slow firm pumps. It was then a sudden sharp pain stuck Macchiato on his right butt cheek. The puncture alarm sounded on his suit. He spun around and noticed the orange feathers of a blowdart. It had punched the so-called puncher proof biohazard suit. Macchiato reached down to pull it out, but he found his movements had grown sluggish and clumsy. He fell over as his legs gave out from under him. His muscles had gone completely numb.

He heard a rustle as four tribals came out from behind the bushes. One was a Jaguar who appeared to be their boss. The next creatures were two wolves, and the last creature Macchiato recognised. It was Xi, and Xi was holding a blow dart pipe in his hand paws. Macchiato was completely numb. He was laying helplessly, unable to even lift a finger. He was still breathing, but that was about all he was doing.

"Coyote busy," said Xi in a thick accent.

Well, no shit coyote busy! Macchiato couldn't speak; it took so much energy just to glare out the helmet at him. He felt a set of paws begin to wrap fiddle with his suit. With a hiss, his helmet had been removed. The wolf who removed it tossed it aside. Xi and the jaguar rolled him on his back. The suit's zipper had reappeared because his helmet had been taken off. The grey and white wolf unzipped him from the suit. The grey and dark brown wolf lifted his unresponsive body from the safety of his protective gear.

Macchiato was in deep trouble now he could have made it back with a tiny hole the suit would seal itself much like how the zipper covering worked, but now he was totally exposed. He could smell the latex jungle, the exotic scent tempting him to stay. Why were the tribals unaffected? The paralysing dart got plucked out before they had rolled him over. He was sure the drug was the only thing keeping him from an uncontrolled lusty state.

The four tribe's men lifted his limp body each grabbing a limb. He was carried across the terrace and up the last set of stairs. The top of the pyramid had a temple made of carved stone blocks. Flanking the paths on each side were the coffee plants he was after. He was so close but yet so far.

He was carried into the temple. Macchiato was relieved that he couldn't smell the temping plants of the jungle. The top of the pyramid seemed out of range. He was still nude as the tribals carried him into a throne room. There was a throne made of polished stone with incredible pictogram carvings. It was then Macchiato noticed the copper shackles on the arms and legs of the throne.

Macchiato was shackled into the throne with two shackles for each of his limbs. They also tied his abdomen to the back of the throne with a thick rope. His tail hung lifeless through a hole in the throne behind him. The coyote was helpless as the four males restrained him. He couldn't even lift his head and bent forward under the tug of gravity. He saw as they shackled and buckled him into place. When they finished restraining him, they left the throne room.

Macchiato was left for some time, and he began to feel the drug wearing off he could sluggishly move his limbs. Some more time passed, and he was feeling more or less like normal. A vulpine face peered into the throne room. Macchiato looked up at Xi. The fox had a smirk on his muzzle. He crept into the room. In his one of his hand paws was a coffee mug. It looked surreally like a modern ceramic mug in the paws of a tribal fox. There was a cappuccino of all things in the mug.

"Brew of the Teoxicapan beans," said Xi.

"Xi, you have to get my suit so I can get out of here. I'll give you everything: my business, my home, empty my bank account," pleaded Macchiato.

"No, No. Drink," said Xi.

Macchiato was about to speak again, but Xi placed the mug to his lips. He sipped the coffee. The taste was addicting; it made the coyote see stars. The fox withdrew the mug, and Macchiato licked his chops. He wanted more. Xi placed the mug on the stone shelf on the wall and picked up a new item, a copper bowl that Macchiato had only just noticed was there. Macchiato felt the drink warm him. His mind relaxed as he looked at Xi. The fox offered him another sip of the coffee. The coyote drank down another gulp.

"How are you immune from the gardens?" asked Macchiato.

"I passed the initiation and became one of the garden protectors," said Xi flicking his tail back and forth.

The fox was speaking with perfect English; he must have been running a con on him the whole time.

"I don't have to pretend to be a simple tribal anymore after tougher brainwashing you won't remember coming to the temple," said Xi.

"What makes you say that?" asked Macchiato, bracing himself for the answer.

"It's all in the brew. Coffee brewed from the Teoxicapan beans makes those who drink it highly suggestible to hypnotic commands," said Xi.

It was then noticed just how closely he was listening to Xi. His soft voice still contained an accent, but he was much more understandable; his attention was all on the fox now. He could see Xi begin to smile, his perfectly white canines glistened. Macchiato gasped.

"You can feel it now. The brew makes you much more agreeable. I know you want another sip. Your maw is so dry and wants another mouthful of coffee," the fox said.

Xi brought the coffee mug to Macchiato's lips, and the coyote drank down another gulp. He knew he shouldn't be drinking it, but the fox was right; he was thirsty, and it tasted so good. Xi petted Macchiato the sudden touch made the coyote exhale a long breath.

"Aww, falling into a trance so quickly? I can see your eyes spinning already black and gold spirals," said Xi.

Macchiato opened his mouth, but as he was about to speak, Xi brought the coffee mug to his lips.

A loud alarm brought Macchiato out of his stupor. He blinked twice as the memories had come back to him. He had climbed to the top of the gardens and found nothing of value, just mundane coffee plants, not the fabled rubber plant variety. He was on the way back to base camp, and the suit was low on battery power. He checked his watch display, and sure enough, it was the low battery alarm.

He checked the levels of pheromones in the air. There was a trace amount, but he was safe from even a mild dose. He shut off the suit and decoupled the head and took it off. He breathed in the jungle air and was relieved he wasn't under assault by powerful pheromones. Hang on he had been covered with sap! He looked down and saw his suit was clean. It didn't make sense he remembered he had been trapped by the Trapper Vine and got a good coating, but his clean suit contradicted his memories. He would have to think about this later.

At the top of Garden's of Teoxicapan in a chamber inside the temple, Macchiato's body twitched. The coyote was inside an amber-coloured pod that was large enough for him to stand up in. It was filled with an embolic fluid. The coyote's maw was covered with a large latex flower with its petals wrapped tightly around his muzzle with tendrils stuck deep down his throat. They supplied him with air, and liquid nutrients, two more vines, a milker for his cock and an anal plug for his arse took care of the coyote's practical needs.

The most important tendril was the one that connected to the purple flower covering the back Macchiato's head. A figure was lying next to the pod. It was the fox Xi. He was wearing a purple flower himself. He looked unconscious with his head propped up on the roots anchoring the large pod to the ground. In reality, he was running through a convincing story that he could alter the coyote's memories with. This one had failed he'd left out the sap detail perhaps tomorrow he would get it right. He thought up a kinky sex dream to leave Macchiato with before opening his eyes and letting the petals surrounding his head loosen their grip. He stood up and rubbed the wall of Macchiato's pod.

"Sleep well coffee 'yote," he whispered.