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Vines

By Horatio Husky

Commissioned by AnnaNapps

Artwork by LottaFandoms

Alright, this planet really isn’t so bad…

Sparky thought to herself, as she delicately hoisted herself over a fallen log which had a pleasant array of moss and fungi feeding off of the deteriorating wood. Planet Excalibur-4B had been comfortably nestled in the Goldilocks zone of its star, and its environmental architects had decided to seed the majority of its continents with alpine forests. The ideal flora for a heavenly body which remained at nominal temperatures for temperate rainforest, the architects had not yet designed to introduce any herbivorous species, let alone any predators who might prey on any such leaf munchers. 

It was a benign place, and Sparky felt grateful for having a mission that offered some level of respite from the regular perilous biomes she usually was tasked with traversing. 

We ought to have a picnic lunch here or something, Annie did say that the 48 hour day night cycle offered a lot of breathing room for hiking.

Sparky was lost in her own thoughts, taking advantage of the generous gravity pool available to take her sweet time getting to the reconnaissance spot. After all, the lab technicians waiting for the bundle of hard drives in her left thigh pouch were not expecting her for another day or two. 

What a lovely surprise they’ll be in for.

She thought to herself, beaming as she delicately brushed aside a motley collection of ferns that were taking advantage of a rather large batch of sunshine underneath the tall pines above them. 

Perhaps it was because of her rather relaxed state of mind that when her left paw caught on a protruding root, she did not have the wherewithal to catch herself. As if in slow motion, she watched as her visor sailed off of the bridge of her muzzle before disappearing soundlessly in the bushes in front of her. 

It was all happening too quickly, suddenly she felt several leather tendrils grasping at her ankles and thighs before latching on with a vice-like grip. She squealed, caught completely off guard as she looked down to gape in horror at a collection of dark green vines previously camouflaged in the shady light of the underpins. 

“Eep!”

Like so many sentient worms, she could feel the vines writhing and pulsating as they worked their way up her legs. They wound around her torso, their grip firm but not so tight as to crush her. Sparky could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins and circuits and she struggled and thrashed, laid out flat on the ground as she fought to regain her footing. 

The fennec managed to grab one of the vines in her paw, pulling and tugging at it in an attempt to free herself but to no avail. The tendrils had worked their way up to her collarbone, and with a strained breath of shock she felt them wrap themselves around her neck. 

“Aha! Ack!”

As she fought for her breath, she noted somewhere in the back of her mind that the sudden shock of it had caused her bladder to relinquish its control. Even now she could feel the sodden warmth spreading its way throughout the front of her padding, undoubtedly turning the shining suns on her diaper a bright red with exclamation marks telling all who would see that she had just had a wet accident.

Currently, that was the least of her worries. 

“Mmpf!”

Sparky let out a stifled groan as she continued to struggle, the vines coiling themselves between and around her breasts. They started to squeeze, as if kneading dough while they continued to worm their way over her entire body. 

The fennec’s mind was ablaze with emotions, the sense of panic and fight or flight now mixing with an odd sensation of sensual pleasure. She groaned once more, her sense titillated as she felt one of the tips of the viney tendrils begin to work its way into her diaper through her right leg guard. 

“Uhh…”

She let out a moan, her breath catching as if in response to her stuttering statement the vines constricted them around her throat tighter than ever before.

Sparky’s eyes bulged, her face slowly beginning to turn purple as the circulation in her neck and torso began to pulse with tangible feebleness in response to the crushing force. At first she panted, then she gasped, and at last she began to cry and desperately fight for each breath. 

She was at a loss of what to do, her paws were stuck immobile at her sides, unable to reach for anything in her thigh bags that might help her tear at the vines. Sparky was stuck, and properly helpless to do anything about it. 

As if to add to the groans gurgling out of her throat, Sparky heard a sharp crack followed by the sound of tearing carbon fiber and metal as a sharp pain came stabbing from the left side of her abdomen. She would have screamed out in pain and alarm had she any air to spare, but as her eyes slowly wandered down her body she saw the sparks of electricity short-circuiting out of several exposed circuits and wires. 

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Sparky felt the plunge in health like a stab through the back, she had gone from fully able to execute her mission to having sustained a whopping fifth of her total life force in one blow. The fennec could feel somewhere in the back of her mind alarm bells ringing as she realized that if she did not figure out a course of action quickly enough she might become little more than a few disassembled parts on the forest floor. 

“Nnng-uh!”

 Sparky flexed her thighs, the one part of her body that the vines had not coiled themselves around as she struggled to find a point of leverage. She twisted, managing only to further rip the gash in her side a few inches large in her futile attempts to free herself. 

All the while her brain was becoming more and more distracted with the euphoric stimulations coming from her breasts and her nether region. She could feel the vines caressing, softly kneading, and exploring in parts of her chassis that they had no business whatsoever investigating. 

Sparky bit her lip, deciding that she had no other choice than to take a risk. As the computer recognized her mental input, she felt a shuddering jolt as a wave of electricity exploded from the metal backing of her spine and rippled down across her body. 

For a moment the vines slackened, writhing and twisting as they responded to the high voltage. From around her, more vines exploded out of the ground tossing up soil and rocks as they slapped the ground and twisted into odd shapes in the air. Whatever this piece of mutated flora was, it did not take kindly to receiving eighty thousand kilojoules at point blank range. 

50%

Sparky took in a deep, shuddering breath as the vines around her throat slackened. The endeavor had taken off an entire additional thirty percent of her total health pool, and she was not about to squander what might be her only opportunity at escaping the clutches of the vines. 

Her paws suddenly free, she twisted and pulled frantically at the leafy vestiges that still cluck to her angles. The vines around her breasts continued to knead, pulsing as if extracting something from inside of her and causing her head to swirl and pulsate with an extreme sense of arousal. 

She cried out, tugging and then pounding at the vines with closed, furred fists even as the bonds remained steadfast around her. 

The plant was recovering now, snaking its way up and around her back and underneath her armpits as it started to regain its footing. 

It was not enough, Sparky felt herself becoming more and more weighed down by the plant as once more it regained its vice-like grip around her body. 

As if with renewed determination, the plant resumed its constrictions around her causing the border of Sparky’s vision to grow dark.

“Mmpf!”

One of the vines had worked its way over her muzzle, she tried biting down on it but was only rewarded with an even tighter grip around her throat. Her cries became muted as the vines sneaked its way inside of her muzzle, probing and prodigy her teeth and tongue as it continued to examine her with its feelers. 

Sparky was on the edge now, the tendril that had managed to slither its way inside of the leak guards of her diaper was ever so gently stroking and massaging her genitalia. Even now she could feel it, slick with pre and pulsing as it grew increasingly erect from the attention. 

The fennec thrashed once more, biting her teeth down hard on the tendril and to her surprise she felt her fangs sink straight through it. The decapitated vine withdrew, writhing as Sparky coughed and spat out the now link clump of plant fiber. 

Sparky’s vision blurred, and stars sparkled in her vision as she felt herself collide with the ground. Again, and again, and again she felt her brain collide against her skull as the ground rushed to meet her over and over. 

47%

Sparky’s air whooshed out of her lungs.

44%

She grunted, unsure of what direction was up or down. 

41%

The fennec groaned, her insides feeling as if they were being treated to a personal earthquake. 

38%

Sparky grunted again, this time feeling something cracking in her right elbow. 

35%

She was now covered in mud, dripping with the soil of a planet light years away from her own home planet and dizzy beyond comprehension.

Her thoughts now came in scattered fragments, unsure of even where she was or what she was doing but only aware that she was close to the brink of release both in that of life and her current, bizarre sexual experience. 

She choked, her head lolling for a moment as she struggled to maintain consciousness. The lapse in vigilance had caused the urge to release to become unmanageable, and Sparky could feel herself crossing the threshold of now return. 

Her hips bucked, her mouth gaped open and her tongue lolled as her eyes rolled back into her skull. The release came as dazzlingly as if it were an internal fireworks show. Sparky felt the soggy padding around her waist accepting its new deposit as she came furiously, the throbbing in her groin no longer able to be contained as the sensitivity in her breasts felt as if it had quadrupled. 

For a moment, time stopped as she felt the wave of euphoria crashing over her and filling every nook and cranny in her consciousness. She hung there for a moment, blissfully immune to any sensations of pain as they were all blotted out by the sheer, unyielding force of unadulterated pleasure. 

And then came the second surge, her body’s store of electrochemical energy boiling up and exploding out of her body with the full fury of a machine on a species destroying rampage. 

15%

Sparky became momentarily blinded by the flash, a ringing in her ears kept her vision shaky for a moment. As it began to clear, Sparky was greeted with a fall of flame around her. The electrical surge had been so immense, that the foliage around her had caught fire. 

Sparky coughed, her lungs filled with smoke as she slowly crawled forwards. The flames licked at her, but within a few seconds she had managed to pull herself free of the blackened, withering vines over to her earpiece. 

She glanced down, noting with some relief that the caking of mud her fur had received had saved it from even singing from the flames. Groaning, she turned over and collapsed on her back, taking in a few breaths and savoring the fresh air. She pulled her head up, watching as the flames continued to devour the vines until its wriggling and writhing ceased. 

They remained limp on the ground, broken and scattered pieces of shriveled up plant matter that held life no more. 

With trembling fingers, she pawed the ground blindly until she felt them connect with the plastic of her earpiece. Still panting, she crammed it into her left air and croaked out.

“Hello?”

“Sparks? Are you there?”

“Ye-yeah…”

Sparky continued to breathe, her sense of alarm now becoming replaced with an utterly profound exhaustion. Her head lolled downwards as she closed her eyes, focusing on breathing for a minute as she waited for her senses to calm down. 

“Oh, you’re alive. Good! Did you take a trip or something?”

“Yeah… Something… Like that…”

Sparky managed to wheeze out a response, glancing down to assess the damage that had been done to her chassis. It had appeared more severe than it actually was, and as she felt around her neck she was surprised that there appeared to be no external damage done to it. Still, she might have suffered internal wounds she was not yet aware of. 

“So, can you make it to the rendezvous point?”

Annie asked, her voice growing a little bit more concerned as she picked up on how out of sorts Sparky sounded. 

“Sure”

Sparky responded, her voice breathed as she now looked to the front of her padding. 

She was drenched, her diaper was now sagging profoundly from what she had assumed were multiple, consecutive wet accidents that had been released as the electricity had jolted through her entire body. It was to be expected, sure, but now she was in desperate need of a change. 

“I just checked your visor cam. Sparky, sweetie, you really need a diaper change!”

Annie quipped, a stifled giggle just barely audible over the static crackle. Sparky groaned, and with dramatic slowness collapsed backwards until she was flat on her back. She gazed up at the trees, allowing the sunshine breaking through their needles and branches to become the only thing she focused on at that moment. 

“Hey Annie?”

She grunted, her voice feeling feeble after its minutes long strain. 

“Yes, Sparks?”

Sparky closed her eyes, her sense of panic finally calming down despite her lungs still burning from their previous strain. At last she spoke, her voice flat and void of emotion. 

“I think we should pick a different planet for our picnic lunch.”