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How many days and nights had passed? Was time even flowing at all? Was there even an outside world beyond the rubbery prison that Aran was trapped within? Did he even want to know the answers? None of those questions had crossed his mind ever since being caught during his run through Raven's garden in the Rubber Factory after a seemingly valiant effort to get through it and win both his freedom and potentially free gear from the bird. The dragon should have been concerned for his well-being, he should have been fighting to get out of his predicament, and he should have been wondering just what was going to happen to him now that he had seemingly lost the bet he had made, but none of that mattered now. Inside the purple pod the drake was trapped not only in the bonds of skin-tight latex, but his mind was equally trapped in a drugged, blissful state thanks to the feeding tube that had wormed its way into his maw and down his throat from the start. Ever since it had started pumping that bluish, latex-like goo down his gullet, Aran had been locked into a trance state of deep pleasure and arousal that clouded over his mind and senses. Of course, the latex around him with all of its smells and touches served to amplify those feelings and the dragon found himself giving into the embrace of the garden as the 'fruit pod' enveloped him completely.
In truth it had been several days since Aran had been captured and for him it felt like one, long string of erotic stimulants that gave him no rest, and yet his body never seemed to tire. Perhaps it was something in the latex material he was being fed, but whatever it was, it kept him up and unable to pass out or sleep and his fevered mind was grateful for it. What was also 'helping' was the whole experience was playing on his lusts for bondage...he had no shame in admitting that it was a very big turn-on for him, and the plant seemed to prey on that and exploited it to the fullest. The dragon was kept in a vacuum-tight latex cocoon within the thick pod walls, and it had even extended up to cover his entire head and merge with the feeding tube after the first day had passed. While from the outside there was no traces of movement aside from the pod occasionally swaying ever so slightly, inside was a different story. Aran had little room to jostle around thanks to the rubbery walls around him, but it was enough for him to undulate and flex his body to lightly bump and rub against them. The latex and the fluid fed to the drake had turned his flesh into a much more sensitive palette - his cock receiving the highest amplification out of everything else - and it hadn't taken much more than a day to fool him into believing he had been completely rubberized.
And speaking of his member, the magnitude at which it had been sensitized was almost to the point of it feeling overly sensitive, like the kind of sensation one gets immediately after the start of an ejaculation. It was a constant pleasure that kept his flesh hot and bothered and Aran could not stop humping and thrusting, and when driven to an orgasm he always felt like the ecstasy would overwhelm him, but it never did. He had long lost count of how many times he came, feeding the rubbery sheath around his cock rope after rope of cum, and that delightful sap kept his body producing it at a highly accelerated rate so he would never run out. But Aran didn't care...the squeezing and suckling of the rubber across his body as he wormed around inside the pod, the warmth and safety he felt within this 'womb', and the sexual high that he had become attached to...he wanted nothing else. For those several days and nights the dragon was in a nearly content state of bliss that he didn't want to ever escape. Unfortunately, like all good things that one comes across, they must eventually come to an end. In Aran's case it was at the end of those days when he at last found himself passing out within the plant for a brief period of time and his senses blacked out completely for a spell.
The pod was lowered to the garden floor, its task fulfilled and within the feeding tube and gooey cocoon left the dragon's snout and began to liquefy off of his form. Large 'lips' opened up to reveal the unconscious drake and spilled him out onto the grassy ground below, blue latex leaking from his maw as his eyes fluttered and his body began to recover. The view of the garden slowly came back into the dragon's vision range and consciousness was at last restored, although he was quivering and heavily drooling blue latex from his maw. The sensitivity was at least going away as Aran began to regain control of his senses, and he felt himself coughing and hacking up some remains of the goo and took a big lung full of air once the fits had subsided. Despite the previously feverish pleasure pitch he was kept at and could have easily written it off as a dream, when Aran looked back at the big pod and got up from the pool of 'sap' he recalled almost every moment of what he had been put through. A hand came up to hold his head as he shook free of the cobwebs and moaned and growled a bit as he tried to coax his erection back into its slit, though that was proving a bit difficult given his current train of thought.
"Oh man...unnnnnggggghhhhhh...breathe in and out Aran. Nice and slow...nice and slow..." he said in a raspy voice, trying to clear his throat and take stock of his surroundings. "So that's...that's what I got stuck in? How...how long was I in there? Why did I get let go from that prison? I mean...I thought I had surely lost...?"
Another spit of blue latex later and the dragon finally rose up to stand, rather shaky on his legs at first, and nearly slipped and fell back into the pool beneath him. This didn't make sense to him...what was going on? Had he been transported somewhere else during his erotic stint within the plant? No...no this was surely the garden the drake had been made to run through in the first place and nothing else seemed out of the ordinary, well, as ordinary as a place like this could be. As Aran reached a hand back to rub his neck and recant on some of the things he remembered about being trapped his eyes began to drift towards something off in the distance. Things were still a little fuzzy for the red and gold drake, but after a moment of squinting his eyes finally focused and saw what it was that he was looking at. At first Aran wasn't sure if he was still under some hallucinogenic spell from the latex sap he'd been fed or if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but it didn't seem so. Indeed, what he saw made gasp and stare slightly slack-jawed in disbelief...it was a neon green sign that clearly read "EXIT".
"No way...just...no...this isn't happening...but...but..." he began to sputter, taking a few steps closer and the sign grew more and more clear. "Unbelievable, but it is. It IS the exit to this forsaken jungle of rubber and plants and other things that I would soon rather forget. Well, maybe not this particular plant, though I'll save that for later!"
As he took a few more tentative steps towards what was certainly the end of this trying gauntlet, Aran kept his eyes and ears open for any sounds of traps or things nearby that might catch him in the end. Still, it seemed odd to him that even after everything that had happened, even though he had clearly been caught and used by Raven's garden, he was going to somehow win this bet. He wanted to believe it was true and there didn't appear to be anything else around that would stop him now, not to mention the plant had seemingly transported him closer to the garden's exit when it had hauled him up above the canopy in the first place. Even so, there was this tugging at the back of his mind that the dragon couldn't shake...this couldn't be this easy with him so close to the end. Raven certainly wouldn't be the type to let him win after what had occurred...could he? Only the bird's butler had ever made it through the garden without incident, but maybe...just maybe he'd be the second one. Then again...maybe not, and again that nagging sensation wouldn't go away...it couldn't end with his victory over the Raven...could it?