And here it is! The final page of the first Raven's Garden comic.
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Despite the secondary feelings of uneasiness tugging at Aran's mind, he couldn't deny the fact that he was so close to the exit of this fantastic, exotic, and downright crazy garden. Victory was so close to his grasp and he had to fight to remain focused as he gave himself a little victory pump with an arm. Only one other had braved this garden and gotten to the end intact and it seemed all but assured that he was going to be the second one to make it. The sign off in the distance couldn't have been any more than about 75 yards or so and after another moment to regain his balance and footing from the whole escapade he had with that giant rubber plant, the dragon was jogging along. He felt so much lighter, at least in terms of the elation running through him in knowing that he was going to win this challenge and get his just reward. Thoughts of what he'd ask the Raven for in terms of gear and other prizes were starting to cloud his mind and he had to shake his head a few times to get them out. No...not yet...door first, then the negotiations can take place, the dragon thought to himself. There was also an undeniable smugness crossing his snout as he pranced towards the finish line, making sure to watch out for any last minute traps that might have slithered on in to steal his goal away at the last second. However, with each footfall on the grass and soil, there didn't appear to be anything that would stop him.
That is, until Aran felt a gurgling sensation suddenly rising up in his stomach and it stopped him dead in his tracks. It certainly felt like a bad case of cramps as he shook his head once more and slowed his breathing down to try and fight off the feeling. Probably leftover sap or whatever still churning about inside of him from that massive feeding he got while he was inside that latex cocoon. He had expelled a decent amount of it upon exiting a few minutes ago, but he did expect some to be lingering around...looks like it was starting to make itself known. Still, there wasn't enough time to just stop for this and Aran knew he was so close to that victory that he could taste it...and soon found himself tasting other things. Looking down at his belly as the cramps seemed to intensify the drake saw that his flesh was literally roiling about, like it was alive, and he gasped and let out a small belch. He could taste latex, which didn't seem odd given the sap had been loaded with that 'flavoring', but this didn't seem right...something was out of place. bringing a hand to his head, Aran felt himself getting a bit warmer, like he was having a fever and his vision went blurry for a moment as another round of cramps shot through his belly.
"Unnnnnggggggghhhhhh...oh come on...not now...come on self...just a bit further..." he said, panting heavily as he forced his legs to move another few yards before having to stop again. "Geeze...somehow...somehow I knew...that this...*urp*!"
While the dragon didn't lose his lunch, so to say, he did feel something warm, gooey, and thick rising up from his stomach, work up through his throat, and splashed into his hand as he covered his mouth. The worries he felt before started to come back as he pulled his hand away and saw that it was covered in gray, squishy latex. The drake had a sneaking suspicion that something like this would happen after he had been freed from the cocoon and that he wasn't just being let off the hook. Oh no, the plant and its dastardly secret was now coming to literal fruition inside the dragon even as he groaned in shock and horror. The warmth that he felt in his stomach and head was now starting to spread throughout the rest of his body, and it took every ounce of willpower that Aran had left to keep on going once he got back to reality. His situation was getting more and more dire as the seconds ticked by, but he knew that if he could just make it to the exit, even if this progressed further, he would have fulfilled the stipulations that Raven had set and he'd win. With that thought in mind the dragon growled and forced himself to move forward a few more yards even as he began to cough up more latex from his maw...he was now only about 25 yards from the exit door.
It was then that Aran found his right leg suddenly feeling very heavy and almost like it was stuck to the ground...he could get his foot up a few inches from the grass, but he couldn't move it any further. Glancing down and back the drake saw what the problem was, and he immediately wished he hadn't taken that look. The same gray latex was now leaking out from his skin and scales, oozing out from every available pore that it could find, and was sticking to the ground. The dragon had wondered what exactly the plant had done to him when it pumped him full of that rubbery sap, and the realization was beginning to sink in. It had changed him, filled him with its potent mixture, and it was rubberizing him from the inside out! All those days and nights he spent in what was blissful orgasmic pleasure was merely the distraction the plant used to keep him from focusing on the sap's true purpose, and now he found himself dumbstruck once more. He couldn't even formulate words at this point thanks to the latex drooling from his maw, and the same substance was beginning to leak out from his other leg. Aran could only imagine for a short moment what the inside of his body looked like right now, but that was the least of his worries...his metamorphosis was beginning to speed up.
More latex was pouring out from his arms and wings, coating them little by little even as he gave a few futile tugs to try and pull it off, which only helped to spread it more. The warmth had now enveloped his entire body, and despite the intense transformation there wasn't any pain involved, and in fact it almost felt like he was being put back in the rubbery prison he was in a few days ago, or even Raven's gear. Red and gold skin and scales were rapidly being replaced by slick, gray latex, and now the substance seemed to take on a mind of its own as it did more than just stop his legs from moving. Aran saw and felt them being pulled together, the latex twisting and winding itself around those limbs tightly before it did the same with folding and locking his wings together behind him. The drake looked back to see as his arms soon joined under the same circumstances, and more and more latex erupted from his pores to begin covering up his torso and tail. Aran wanted to shout out for help from the panic he was feeling, but there was no way for him to form any coherent speech at the moment, and he knew not anytime soon. The worst part of it, however, was when he shifted his head forward to look at the exit sign only 25 yards away and then the rubber rushed over his head. So close to victory, and as the dragon felt the latex forming a skin-tight hood that both blinded and deafened him, he knew that he had truly lost right at the finish line.
The sting of defeat wouldn't last too long as Aran soon felt his body surging with new sensations of pleasure, ones that he actually wished he could have ignored, even as he valiantly tried to jerk his limbs free from the ground and perhaps get close enough to nudge through the entrance. It wasn't going to happen, even more so as he felt the latex erupting out of his body, pooling down at his feet at first, and then with that sentient force it exhibited, it started to shape him further. The pleasure became too much to keep on ignoring and the dragon found his mind drifting off a bit, just like it had done before the first time he was captured. The touch of the rubber as it began to engulf his legs, melding them together a bit in the process, and forming what appeared to be the base of a 'tree', was beginning to trigger new centers of arousal the latex had implanted in his body. They had been wired to his brain all without him ever realizing it, and it got even more intense as the drake felt his tail whipping about completely out of his control. With his new rubber base replacing flesh and blood it was quite simple to turn the appendage into what amounted to being a hollowed out vine with a ribbed inner passage that lined the entire tube. To Aran, the changes felt quite good, even more so than the cocoon, and the more rational parts of his mind had to admit that he wanted to feel more of them. He was going to for sure, as several more vines were sprouting from his rubbery skin, similar in design to his tail, and began to wiggle about without any effort on his part.
He did have to wonder how all of this was possible, how he could undergo such a transformation, or at least the dragon would have, if the pleasure his new body afforded him wasn't taking over even the last bits of rational thoughts there. He soon found himself starting to undulate and rub himself against the squeezing latex as it traveled up to his groin and torso regions, his legs now completely sealed within its grasp and feet anchored to the ground. Beneath the slick, gooey substance the dragon's eyes rolled over, his back arched, head tipped up, and a long stream of latex spewed out from his mouth. It began to reach up higher and higher into the air, forming itself into what would be the trunk of the tree that was forming itself around the drake, and more branches and vines were shooting out of it. Aran felt his neck lock in place as the stream continued to pour out of him, and his arms jerked reflexively a few times as the rubber from below crept up over them. It stretched and gave a few times before spiraling up further, wrapping tighter and tighter and thickening itself until it had all but 'paralyzed' the drake within its grip. Though utterly blind, Aran could still feel all of this happening, and his arousal had returned in spades...being transformed and trapped like this...his hard on was returning with a vengeance. He felt it erecting out from the rubbery trunk just as the latex reared up and hungrily swallowed up his head, leaving his penis as the only visible part of his body able to be seen from the outside.
It was no surprise that at that point Aran found himself losing control and reaching orgasmic levels, and if he thought his state of bliss in the cocoon was powerful, this was far, far more intense. Being completely rubberized and not just coated and given the illusion that he was, along with all of those new pleasure centers and triggers formed in his new body, nearly overflowed the poor drake's mind in an instant. His cock swelled up as the tingles of ejaculation rushed through it, up his spine, and the warmth spread through his entire form...every single inch of it felt like his rubbery cock flesh did at that moment. The latex busy shaping itself around the dragon absorbed the long, unseen ropes of thick, viscous 'sap' that he was now loaded with, using it to fuel its efforts to encase and turn itself into the plant form that would serve as his new holding cell, and was now bonded to him in more ways than one. The rubberization was the physical bondage that it used to keep Aran within its hold, and that one sexual release of delight was the key to the lock formed around his mind and mentally he was all but enslaved to the substance he had been 'infected' with. And yet, even if Aran could understand that as he had his unseen orgasm, he wouldn't have cared. However, there was someone else that did care...someone near by that had been watching from a distance and was now coming closer to inspect the goings on of Aran's transformation and imprisonment.
The slick sliding sounds of one of the Factory's guards echoed through the tunnel as the its rounded figure glided into view, the Raven's eyes burned with purple light as he looked the new latex tree up and down, “So very close Aran, though...once captured you never stood a chance. Enjoy your new home, judging by the debt you incurred, you may be decorating my garden for quite a while. Or at least until you capture a couple more replacements for me. So grow tall and hungry.”