Getting Pitched


You shiver softly as you walk silently in the dark belly of Mystic Jungle, a simple flashlight to help you see the path between the roots, the foliage and the ancient ruins scattered all over the jungle. You don’t even know how your friends from college have talked you into accepting the stupid bet of spending the night in this area, especially not with the high alert diffused by the Resistance and the Runaways: apparently numerous people had been found in the area, who had reportedly gone missing a couple days prior, and all of them have been found naked, confused and extremely weak, as if their very own lifeforce had been sapped away. Your teeth chatter, more out of fear than how cold it actually is in the jungle, and you hope and pray that it’s not that lunatic energy-draining hedgehog you heard about… what’s her name? Ter… something? You shake your head and keep walking, trying to find a secure spot for the night, making extra sure to lift your feet with each step because you don’t wanna trip and break your flashlight or, worse, sprain your ankle.


Suddenly, you freeze. Your ears perk up, you heard something. A rustle in the leaves. You shiver and clutch onto the flashlight, looking around to try and pinpoint the location of the noise. It’s very late at night, and there is no other sound aside from the rustling and your heart, beating so loud you fear it could just pop out of your chest and bounce away. Trembling, you point your flashlight in several spots, trying to scare whoever it was making that noise. Then, a small figure jumps out of the bushes. You make a shrill shriek and point the flashlight towards your stalker… a squirrel, as scared of you as you are of it. It just stares into the flashlight, frozen in fear. You huff in relief and lower the flashlight, and the squirrel vanishes back into the darkness from whence it came. You feel slightly idiotic for being scared of that and you resume your walk, looking around for a cave or a tree big enough to be used as a resting place. Somewhere higher up on the ground would be ideal to be protected from the dangers of the jungle.


You stop yet again after a few meters, but this time it’s not a noise that stops you. It’s a smell. The singular, most alluring smell you’ve ever felt in years. It’s very sweet, yet not to the point of being nauseating, with a hint of wild berries. Something pings in your head: you MUST find the origin of the smell. I mean, nothing that smells this good can be bad, right? You start running towards it, stopping to smell the air a few times, then proceeding where the smell gets the strongest. Finding the origin of that delicious scent suddenly becomes your priority, overriding your brain’s previous concern about finding shelter. Maybe someone’s in the jungle as well and they’re cooking something which is giving off that smell? You convince yourself it has to be it. This scent is way too sweet to be natural. Soon, you stop paying attention to the road, taking large steps as you run towards the intoxicating smell. You run so fast that you don’t even notice the root until your foot gets entangled in it, making you fall down a steep slope. You tumble down, groaning: the ground isn’t hard, but you still feel a stinging sharp pain with each tumble. However, it’s not a long fall and soon you come to a stop at the end of the slope. Groaning and whining, you get up. There isn’t a single part of your body that doesn’t scream in pain and you almost forgot why you were running so fast. That is, until a red glow catches your attention, making you turn towards the light.


That’s when you see… IT.


You widen your eyes, a small tear of elation flows down your cheek. You stand in front of a gigantic pitcher plant. It’s truly massive, at least two times your own size, and it has a distinguishable jug shape, with a massive leaf covering the top of it. Its walls are semi-transparent, making you peek inside it. You see an immense amount of what looks like a beaming red jello almost fully filling the plant up. So that’s what’s causing that light! You press your face and hands onto the pliant surface of the plant and take a deep breath, the walls are so thin that they let out the delicious scent right into your nostrils. If that nectar smells this good, then the taste would also be incredible! You begin to scale the plant, being extra careful to not rip it open due to how fragile it looks, and reach the top. You try to lift the leaf but it’s surprisingly heavy, it doesn’t even budge. You give it a few more attempts, grumbling and clawing at the leaf to lift it and taste that sweet-smelling nectar, but it’s no use. In the end, you give up and flop a bit onto the plant, trying to think of what to do. You lay your head and shoulders onto the leaf and look up at the thick foliage covering the night sky, observing the small clouds made by your breath in the cold night as you slowly calm down.


Suddenly though, the leaf slithers out from under you and opens up. You shriek as you lose balance and fall inside the plant, landing onto the surface of the nectar. It’s more jello-like than it looks and you bounce on it, its springiness cushions your fall. You shake your head and look up, seeing the leaf closing the entrance above you. You gasp, get up and try to push it open but, as you found out before, it’s heavier than it looks. You’re trapped! You bump into the leaf a few times, then try to slam onto the walls, but they too are more resistant than they look and they simply bounce back. You immediately brush off the idea of calling for help since:
1) You don’t have your phone on. (Pretty stupid idea, now that you think about it.)
2) Who’d ever hear you in the middle of a jungle at night?
As you think about how to get out, you take a quick sniff and all your worries begin to fade out. You’re surrounded by the very stuff you wanted to taste. You get on your knees and give a quick, shy lick to the wobbly surface and the most divine, sweet and fresh taste invades your tastebuds. It’s even sweeter than your mom’s homemade strawberry jam! You start to lick it more, even digging onto it to grab chunks of the jello and shove it in your mouth, munching and gulping each bite as if you’re in heaven. 


You don’t even notice that each hole you dig in the jello is repaired immediately, all you think about is stuffing your belly with the sweet treat. You also don’t notice the large chunk of jello lifting up behind you, “eyeing” you as you feed yourself off it. But you do feel the smooth surface beginning to bend and twist under you and as the large chunk slams down on your back it knocks the wind out of you, making you arch your back and groan in pain as the impact was rather strong. You feel the jello losing some of its integrity in certain points, specifically around your hands and knees, and you gasp as you feel your limbs sinking inside the nectar. You try to pull your limbs out of the nectar, but its viscosity is much higher than it looked and it keeps your arms and legs hostage. You grit your teeth and pull with all your strength, gritting your teeth and grunting harshly, but you’re completely glued in. The nectar begins to behave like a raging sea, hitting your body with strong waves, raising and falling as you “ride it” and swirling you around, causing you to groan and shout a bit as it begins to feel like a rollercoaster, and you hate rollercoasters and all the motion sickness they imply.


Then, as the jello morphs into a giant wave, you widen your eyes and brace for impact. It crashes on you, completely submerging you into the thick, viscous nectar. You groan and try to move while also holding your breath, but the slime is clinging onto you pretty tight, making you barely able to squirm. A great sense of dread washes over you: you can’t possibly breathe in this condition and there’s no one around to help you out. Fearing for your life, you begin to thrash around in the nectar’s viscous grip, trying at least to have your head resurface to let you breathe. You claw at the jello and try to use your legs to push yourself upwards, but without a solid surface it’s impossible. You can’t hold your breath forever and you already feel the need to breathe growing increasingly in your mind. Your sight is starting to blur, all you see is red, and you hear a slight ringing in your ears due to the pressure. You also feel your heartbeat slowing down slowly… slowly… Suddenly, the area around you begins to clear out of the nectar and you’re finally able to breathe. You inhale large gulps of precious oxygen, albeit the air being slightly sweeter, and your eyesight clears, making you see that you’re still inside the nectar, but that it has caved in a small space for you to fit into. You look around the pulsating, red walls surrounding you, inches away from your body and only allowing you to do the smallest movements. Your arms are trapped behind you, sealed into the slimy wall, and also your lower legs have been sucked into the nectar below. You groan and try to pull your limbs out but, again, it’s useless. Face it: you’re stuck.


Then, the weirdest thing: from the nectar emerges a woman! You’re unable to discern her species, but she’s definitely a woman. She has long red hair which weirdly looks plant-like, piercing red eyes and she’s completely dressed in red. Her dress is pretty open on the front, letting you get a pretty good look at her big chest, which makes you blush and look away. You’re still a virgin, no woman seems to find any interest in you and all your friends, who of course all have beautiful girlfriends, mock you for it. While not fat, you’re also not in shape, and you kinda suck at sports or other activities that make other males more desirable to women. Nothing about you stands out enough to make you a suitable companion. You get distracted by the girl chuckling, making you look back at her. You see that she’s able to move perfectly amidst the thick red jello, flowing freely through it as if she doesn’t even exist. She reaches you and cups your cheeks, turning your head side to side, then up and down and finally speaks: “...Not bad. Not bad at all. You will do just fine~”. Her voice has a bit of a scratch in it, but it’s nonetheless a pretty voice, very sweet and suave. She makes her hands gently slide away from your cheeks and she settles in, leaning onto the squishy wall which, to her, acts as some sort of an armchair, completed with armrests. She just sits on the makeshift chair, crossing her thick legs, and just stares at you, a sultry smile on her face as she seemingly studies you.


A few seconds of silence later, you resume pulling on the nectar holding you back, wriggling your shoulders and hips to try and remove the sticky substance from your arms and legs. The soft sound of the goo stretching as you pull on it fills the air, along with your groans. You grit your teeth and shake your head and shoulders, trying to rip it off, they yelp as you get dragged back, bouncing on the walls. All the while, the mysterious girl continues to just watch, every once in a while a giggle escapes her lips as your attempts fail. After the last failed attempt, you groan in annoyance and just glare at her, wondering what her deal is: she’s pretty much a mystery to you, you can’t even tell what she really is, you can just kinda tell that the plant somehow responds to her will due to how the slime behaves towards her. Your attempts at intimidating her mildly amuse her, however, as she makes a soft entertained scoff. She then spreads her legs and starts rubbing her crotch as she watches you struggle, soft moans escape her lips as she caresses her cooch. You blush and tilt your head to look away, but the nectar wraps around your head and forces you to look. She has a delighted expression on her face as she rubs the spot between her legs, her other hand begins to fondle one of her breasts which has her bite her lip and moan again. You are so weirded out by this: is this girl getting off by watching you fail to get out of this plant’s nectar? You shake your head, trying to chase the slime holding it away, and pull on the goo holding your limbs too, again to no avail. You feel more slimy tentacles crawling and wrapping around your torso and your neck, limiting your movement even further.

She begins to buck her hips as her caresses to her own crotch grow faster, kneading her tit deeper too. She bites her plump lower lip and a faint blush colors her creamy skin. She slides her hand into her pants and rubs her cooch directly now, moaning even deeper. You can see the outline of her hand rubbing and circling around her groin and it makes you blush seeing how wet she’s becoming. The stain on her pants grows bigger at each passing moment, then… SQUELCH! She fingers herself. A louder moan escapes her mouth and she squeezes her breast more, swaying and moving her hips as she pleases herself. Your cheeks turn even redder, you’ve never seen a woman please herself so much right in front of you. It kinda would be a dreamy vision, if it wasn’t for the fact that she’s basically holding you hostage and forcing you to watch this. She bucks her hips harder, her moans become more quaky and her movements are more erratic. Is she… Is she on the brink of an orgasm? You groan and grunt, trying to break free while also closing your eyes to not see her. But you can still hear her, and the moans and wet sounds of her pleasing herself still get to you and start to make you feel good, too. You feel tingles on your crotch and your breath getting more ragged. You open one eye, right in time to see her moan the loudest and shudder, her pants getting soaked wet as she has an orgasm right in front of you. Her juices flow through the pants’ fabric and, as she pulls it out, down her hand too. She pants and smiles, watching her hand shimmer with her fluids, then looking at you with that same sultry and prideful smile from before, as if to say “Whaddya think? Pretty cool, huh?”.

You whimper as you get hard, your manhood standing tall with pride. You groan a bit: you’re average even on your penis size. It’s just 7, maybe 8, inches and not that bulky too. Still she whistles, impressed, and scooches closer to admire it. She wraps the hand which she just used to pleasure herself around it and starts to stroke it up and down, making you moan softly. Her wet hand feels particularly good as she strokes your manhood from root to tip, focusing on your tip to elicit the most moans out of you. She stares at your penis, a child-like curiosity in her face as she pleases it, moving her hand faster while the other gently kneads your testicles. You moan and move your head a bit, it’s so different than when you do it in your bed. She knows exactly at what speed to go, how much strength to put and where to rub. It’s clear that she’s done this before. She grins mischievously as she looks up at you, clearly amused by your pleased face, and starts to just rub the tip, causing you to moan again. You feel something pushing into your mouth, so you open your eyes and see a tentacle occupying your mouth, the delicious taste from before invading your tastebuds again. You start licking and sucking it almost on instinct, moaning as you enjoy the taste. You see the girl grinning more and stroking your penis more, until you start to feel it throb in her hand, feeling an orgasm coming.


She suddenly stops, moving her hands away from your member, leaving it aching for release. You whimper in disappointment, but then you see her take off her dress, letting out her big, bouncy boobs. You gasp and blush as they are by far the biggest you have ever seen, no one of your female schoolmates has breasts this big. She grins and begins to rub and grope herself, biting her lip as she moves her hands on her breasts. She sensually sways her hips as she plays with herself, groping her chest all over and making you see how soft, squishy and hefty they are. She leans on you and presses her chest on your own, purring and rubbing her breasts on your pecs while still groping herself. It doesn’thelp that she has encased your penis in her thighs, rubbing and squeezing it with them as she teases you with her boobies. She then slides back down, her legs dipping into the nectar, and vanishes up to her belly, wrapping your penis with her boobs and starting to massage it with them. You moan even harder at that: you always found boobjobs to be extremely hot but you had resigned yourself from ever getting one.
“Mmm, guys are such boobheads… You lose your shit as soon as you see a naked tit…” she chuckles again, rubbing and squeezing your throbbing member with her chest. She covers your manhood completely with them, you can’t even see it peek out of her cleavage no matter how much you buck your hips, and their softness and warmth cradles you even more.


You cum after a few minutes of her boob massage, some strings of your seed burst out of her cleavage, making her giggle as some land on her face, some on her tits and the rest on the slime, which quickly absorbs it. You pant and blush, flopping back onto the slimy wall behind you as she moves away from you, smiling with satisfaction and lapping some of your seed off her face. The rest of her is pushed out by the slime and she has taken off her pants, now showing her body in its fully naked glory. You gulp, and swallow some of the nectar in the process: she looks even hotter like this. Her body radiates sexuality and she looks down at you with the clear intent of enjoying every moment spent with you. She sits on your lap, your penis framed by her buttcheeks, and she places her hands on your shoulders, her boobs mashing onto your pecs again, and staring at you with… not exactly lust. You’d define it more as “hunger” for some reason. She craves for you in a way that no other woman ever did in all the hentais you’ve watched. She has the tentacle pull out of your mouth, only for her to press her luscious, plump lips on yours, giving you a deep smooch. This makes you get hard again: having your first kiss was also a big goal in your romantic life and having it being taken like this, not gonna lie, it feels hot. This entire situation is hotter than you could possibly expect.

She delicately cups your cheeks and presses herself more onto you, pushing her thick tongue inside your mouth to french you and mashing her tits more on your chest, while she massages your member with her buttcheeks, moving them up and down on your manhood and clenching them tight so it doesn’t slip out. You feel like you’re about to melt: her body radiates an annihilating warmth and sexual power which completely dominates you. You’re just putty in her hands, hers to use as she sees fit. After a few more rubs, she moves her hands downwards, lifting up a bit and using one hand to spread her lower lips while the other aims your penis at her entrance. All the while she keeps kissing you deeply and sweetly, moaning with each tongue swirl she does between her mouth and yours. She lowers down, her lower lips smooch your tip for a bit as she rubs them on it before, with a grunt, she pushes your penis inside her sex. You both moan at the insertion: her insides are so warm and mushy and they cling tightly around your member. Despite looking like she knows what she’s doing her inner walls still feel very tight, and they milk a pretty unceremonious orgasm out of you, making you cry out in bliss between your lips. She snickers as your penis pumps its load in her womb, but her inner walls don’t show signs of loosening. They still hold your member hostage and, as she starts moving her hips, you feel your hard on returning.

She fully lays on you, her sweaty boobs mash with your chest and her mouth greedily kissing yours as she moves her hips on your crotch. You start humping her as you abandon yourself to the pleasure she gives you, crying in bliss because everything feels just so great. You only wish you could touch her back, which makes you pull on the slime holding your arms despite knowing it’s useless. She giggles and stares at you with full hunger in your eyes, prompting you to give it all you got, to devolve all of your energy into giving her the ride she deserves. The sound of your meat slapping inside her flesh fills the pitcher plant long with your sobs of delight mixing with her lustful moans. She shoves her thick tongue deeper inside your mouth, tilting your head so she can get a better access, and squeezes your member with her own sex, wanting to milk you fully and completely. You can’t possibly resist this sexual assault any longer, so you arch your back s much as the nectar allows you to and shout in bliss as you release a second orgasm inside her. She moans again in your kiss, her juices flow out of her vagina as she clenches it tighter around you, sucking every drop of your delicious male milk as you squirm and thrash under her.


Soon, your orgasm stops and you flop back, pinned down further by the plant girl’s weight. She pulls away from your mouth and pants, looming above you with a look of extreme lust in her face. You can tell she’s not done with you, but… what else can she do? How can she top this pleasure she just gave you? As the familiar tentacle returns to your mouth, making you drink more of her delicious jello, you watch as she moves away from your penis, shimmering with her fluids.
“You gave me so much, pet. I think it’s fair I give you something back…” she whispers, her raspy voice sounds even more sexy like this, and pets your cheeks as she moves away. She then starts straining a bit, grunting and closing her eyes. You wonder what she’s doing, then you widen your eyes: she’s growing a penis! Above her pussy, a long, thick male member starts to form, completed with testicles. You shiver and groan: that thing is way bigger than yours, out matching it by several inches in both length and width. You suddenly get turned on your belly, now your arms and legs are trapped beneath you and the nectar is making you present your butt, even spreading your legs a bit so she can see it all. This makes you squirm a bit more: is she really going to do what you think she’s planning?! She comes close, grinning and caressing your asscheeks. You whimper: you always had a bit more weight on your ass and thighs and you were always mocked in school for being a literal fatass.


“Such a healthy butt…” she comments, caressing and groping your rear more, makign you wag your tail and moan louder as the tentacle in your mouth starts to thrust a bit harder in your mouth, producing more juices for you to drink. She bites her lip, grinning, and has some of her nectar pour on her hand. You can hear her smearing it on her fingers and start to rub them on your entrance. You shudder as it’s kinda cold, then moan as she fingers you. You feel her index and middle finger stretch your entrance, causing you to close your eyes shut and cry out a bit in the nectar flooding your mouth. You moan yet again as another chunk of nectar springs up from beneath you, taking your member inside and starting to suck on it. You struggle a bit as the sucking and fingering together start to bring you on edge again.
“Hee hee hee, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight… Is this turning you on?” she chuckles, starting to wiggle her fingers inside your ass and pushing them further up until she hits your weak spot, causing you tu cum unceremoniously, shouting in bliss into the tentacle feeding you her nectar. The orgasm ends as soon as it begins, making you feel tapped out… yet you’re still hard as a rock, despite your body glistening with beads of sweat formed after the exertion. She starts to slowly pull her fingers out,  you instinctively clench your butthole as she does.
“Ooh? Someone doesn’t want my fingers to leave, eh?” she snickers again, then she yanks her fingers out, making you moan again. At this point, you don’t care anymore about how slutty your voice sounds. You crave every single aspect of this mysterious woman, no matter how embarrassing. You get pinned onto the nectar below you by her, her body fully laying on yours. She has such a pleasant weight, the inability to fully move makes this even more intimate, plus her boobs pressing on your back make you purr even more. 


Suddenly, you feel her prick poking your lubed up entrance. Your pants and moans increase as she rubs her junk between your asscheeks, moaning cutely and biting her lip. She slides her arms under you and begins to fondle your chest, making you moan softly yet again. Having sensitive nipples as a male always embarrasses you a bit, yet her touch is so divine you almost don’t care. Then, as the slime on your penis sucks your manhood harder, the one in your mouth thrusts faster and her chest groping gets more intense, she lifts her hips, aiming her own member towards your ass.
“Ready to fly…?” she whispers in your ear, licking and nibbling it, while she penetrates you. Her member slides easily inside you thanks to the nectar and despite its larger girth, yet you still moan the hardest as she slams her hips down onto you.
“Mmgghh… Snug fit…” she purrs and begins to hump you, all the while her groping intensifies and the slime in your mouth and on your manhood picks up speed, all working in tandem towards their goal: making you cum. She uses her weight and the nectar wrapping around your torso to keep you pinned down, slapping her meat inside you while she kneads and tends to the rest of you. All you can do is squirm pathetically and moan as she completely and utterly dominates you, her sweat combining with yours. She keeps pouring sweet, sensual whispers in your ears and she moves like an expert, effortlessly pleasing you. Any pain you might have felt due to the penetration is quickly replaced by pleasure.


It’s no surprise that you cum first. You have been bombarded by pleasure ever since she showed up and this is still your first time, so you have no sexual stamina, unlike her who hasn’t orgasmed a single time. You moan as you feel your seed being devoured by the greedy nectar, yet it doesn’t stop sucking you, continuing to assault your groin with bliss. Her hands are practically squeezing your chest now, so much so that for a second you fear that milk might come out of your nipples, and her penis continues to ram inside your ass, scorching your insides with how hot it is.
“Mgh… Mgh… Mgh… You feel so nice, pet… Your ass is squeezing my dick so hard…” she moans breathily into your ear again, squeezing your pecs and humping your ass harder, now leaving no space between you. You can feel her throb inside you, meaning that she’s close, but considering how long it’s passed since you started, it might be a while longer before she finally releases.
“Mmh… Mmh… Mmh… Buckle up, pet… Because this flight’s just starting…” she moans in your ear again, pressing her body tighter and tighter on yours and humping you harder. You truly feel like flying: your body has never felt so light, your mind has never felt so clear of everything. This… this feels right. Like it was supposed to happen. You keep moaning as sluttily as possible as she keeps using you, humping and squeezing your body to her heart’s content. As predicted, it does take a while before, with a loud moan and pushing her hardest inside you, she cums. 


You feel the large load being poured inside you and, as the tentacle in your mouth withdraws, you’re finally able to yell in bliss. A primal, guttural loud moan that you have been keeping bottled up ever since she began playing with you. She tilts your head and smothers your moan with yet another kiss as she keeps pumping her load inside you. You can hear her seed rushing and sloshing inside you and, as she parts from you and your world begins to fade to black, you can hear her speaking to you:
“My name is Willow, pet… Thank you for the meal…” while the last thing you see is her sensual smile before you get swallowed by the nectar… 
You don’t know how long you’ve slept, but eventually you begin to wake up in the middle of the forest. It’s still dark and cold outside but… something’s different. You feel it’s even MORE cold and dark than when you left your house. Everything is just so… uncomfortable. Your body feels so heavy not being held by the slime, your sense of smell dramatically misses the nectar’s sweet scent and constant shivers course through your veins. Why… Why does the world suddenly feel so… bad? You were in heaven and now… now everything feels like hell. You manage to slide back towards the tree, the miraculous pitcher plant long gone, and cradle under it, shivering and sobbing violently. 
“P-Please… Please, t-take me back… Please, take me back… Please, take me back… Please, take me back…” you begin to whimper, chanting almost obsessively as the cruel, cold, heavy real world constantly mocks your torment.
As consciousness fades once more, one name remains plastered on your mouth: “Wil…low…”

This is Knees the Echidna, broadcasting live from the Mystic Jungle Zone, where yet another lost person has been miraculously found. Like many others before, the victim is a young adult, male, without any distinguishing signs or personal effects, aside from a broken flashlight. The victim has been found two days after his previous disappearing and, as he’s being led to the Mobian General Hospital, the victim is in a terrible physical and mental state: according to medical staff, he suffers of dehydration, severe malnourishment, fever and suffers of sensorial hallucinations and delusions, constantly calling out to someone named Willow. Efforts are being made to reach out to the patients so we can discern more about who he is, if he has any parents and who this Willow is. We’ll keep you posted. Back to the studio.

The End