The wondering footsteps echoed silently through the empty halls. Oh how eerie it must feel. To be searching for lost companions, deep within the bowels of a mad scientist's laboratory, the lights dimmed to a pint where only a few feet in front of your nose would be visible, and the sound of your own breathing sends shivers down your spine. That was the kind of terror Cadpig was experiencing at the moment. Separated from Lucky and Rolly, on a mission to free lab animals captured by P.H. DeVil, she found herself wondering by her lonesome around the huge laboratory. Not only was she lost, but hungry as well, not to mention scared out of her wits. She never felt particularly safe around giant machines for some reason, and all around her were the biggest computers she had ever seen.

"It's ok Cadpig, you'll be fine. You'll find Lucky and Rolly, and then you can leave, and go out into the sunshine, heh heh heh…focus…that's it… deep breaths…" The young canine cooed to herself. Her voice echoing off the lifeless, cold steel of the giant computers looming around her. She shivered and picked up her pace, and although not quite sure what she was fleeing from, she didn't want to stay in that area any longer. She raced along, clawed paws skittering across the cold metallic floors, increasing her awareness of how cold the room seemed to be. Of course, she knew that was just her irrational mind playing trick on her. She sighed and closed her eyes.

"Cadpig, stop this! Panicking won't get you anywhere…of course, neither will talking to yourself. Calm down…thaaaaats it. Deep breaths…just...how about we meditate for a few minutes eh?" She asked herself. And upon agreeing, she sat down, and closed her eyes. She shivered slightly, wriggling her butt against the cold, metal floor and groaned.

"Why couldn't P.H. spend a few extra bucks and spring for some carpet?" She muttered to herself, glancing around for signs of perhaps, something warmer to rest her hind side on. What she saw, or, thought she saw, was something green moving out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze followed what seemed to be a green vine, attached to a strange looking plant sitting in the corner of the lab. Curiosity quickly overcame fear and panic as she stood up, slowly moving towards the mysterious plant. It seemed to be nothing more then vines protruding from a large brown pot. She tilted her head a bit, and moved in closer, sniffing at the floor.

The plant had a strange aroma, almost heavy like mold, but with a small hint of fruit. She was also getting a particularly bad feeling about it, but she couldn't quite place it. She growled quietly, then backed away, wondering if anything would happened. Nothing did. The plant, no longer holding her interested, she turned around, and headed for the exit again.

She had only walked about seven or eight steps, when she realized she couldn't go any further. Something was attached to her left hind leg, and for some reason, she already knew what it was. She looked down, and found exactly what she had expected, one of the vines, had wrapped itself around her leg. She groaned softly, and tugged at her leg. She had accidentally stepped on one of the vines, and it was wrapped around her leg. No big deal.

So when the plant began to move, pulling her towards it, she screamed. She didn't expect the plant to actually be alive, not like this. She growled at it, kicking her legs out, but the plant's grip remained around her ankle, and seemed to be growing tighter as she tried to escape. Suddenly, a desperate thought seized her mind as she struggled. What if the creature never let go? What if it strangled her, or even worse, tore her to pieces? Her eyes widened at that thought, and her feet once again took up wildly kicking at the vine which held her toes in place. Another vine emerged, wrapping around her right leg, not holding both her ankles, which simply sent Cadpig into a screaming mass of hysteria.

She was quickly silenced by a probing vine, pressing itself into her muzzle. The vine itself was too thick to bite down into, even though Cadpig tried, but it didn't retreat. Instead, the vine in her muzzle began to probe, pressing the curiously warm tip over her gums and fangs, over her lips and across her tongue. It slowly dawned upon her, that this thing was taking it's time. Slowly exploring her, and simply that, not doing anything else, but holding her in place. She squirmed a bit, but ultimately found escape at the moment was not an option. Perhaps if she just relaxed, calmed down and… yeah, that might work. Throw the thing off guard.

She closed her eyes and sighed, just relax. Trying to ignore the ever searching vine, she had to admit, it was an almost pleasant sensation. It was being rough, or trying to hurt her, almost like a curious child exploring the confines of it's crib. She tugged at the vines behind her again, which grip had loosened slightly, once she stopped struggling. It was working, but to her horror, she also found two more vines had attached themselves to her front paws. She took a deep breath and continued to remain calm. Don't panic. That was the key, just don't panic. She tried to push the vine out from her lips, biting down on it, tring to spit it out, but the vine remained consistent, forcing it's way deeper into her muzzle, which in turn, forced Cadpig to breath through her nose. he vine's didn't seem to do much as long as the puppy girl didn't move.

Like some wild animal, only going after prey that was moving and trying to get away. This wouldn't have been so bad, except for more vines were beginning to move, receding into the pot where they had came from. Apparently, they didn't find the none moving puppy very appeasing to it's appetite. Only it tickled.

Cadpig tried her hardest not to squirm, or make any sounds, but the wiggling vines, seeped back into the pot, passing her feet, sliding over then, even a few in-between her toes! She tried her hardest to keep quiet and stay still but in the end, she felt her body submit to the sensations coming from her toes, an began to chuckle. That lead to a giggle, which lead to laughing, causing her body to thrash and buck, giggling around the vine which was on it's way out of her muzzle. Much to her dismay, the vines seemed to stop moving, slowly returning to her body, it's interest peaked once more by the squirming prey.

Cadpig cursed quietly to herself, as the vines roamed over her small frame. If only she could have kept quiet just a little bit longer. Oh well, no sense in crying about it now. She could just start again. She kept her eyes closed and tried to think about something relaxing. Honestly, the sensation of all the slightly warm vines was some what pleasant. Kind of like a large octopus or something, giving her a massage. Well oiled tentacles soothing every aching inch of her body. Once again, the impression of pleasant feelings was imposed upon her, and she was almost relaxed, until she felt the thick green vine send a feeler over her butt.

She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the tip slide along her cheeks, moving lower, until it nimbly slipped between her legs, leaving the girl to yelp softly. Her eyes widened, as the tendril slither over her soft furred mound, causing Cadpig to squirm more and more. No! No one had ever touched her there, and her first was not going to be some perverted plant! She bite down hard into the hot vine forced into her muzzle and tried to kick her feet, but the vine's grip only tightened. Now panic was beginning to mount inside of her. Her breathing increasing and her thrashing become more frantic, and scared. The hot vines continued, slithering along her hips, and thighs, one even beginning to press against the puppy's nether lips, causing a started squeak from the unwilling participant.

Cadpig wanted to scream, she wanted to get as far away from this wretched thing as possible, and never look back. A thick red blush was beginning to form over her muzzle, for despite how humiliating, and terribly frightening this all was, she did find it slightly erotic. Not enough for her to stay, of course. She opened her mouth, forcing herself to do so, wider then the vine wedged in there, and tried to let out a yelp for help, only to find more vines, shoving their way into her muzzle.

Tears began to slide down her soft white cheeks as embarrassment and pain destroyed all rational thought she had left, and horror took it's place. She could feel the still warm tip slip into her pussy, slowly, as if it were taking it's time to torment her even further. It slithered up along the hot, inner walls, the tip tickling her insides, and despite the entire situation, Cadpig found herself becoming wet. She squirmed, wildly, trying to kick her feet, trying to scream as loud as she could, but the fines all seemed to have her in their corner. All over her, the green mass slithered, a second vine sliding into her wet vagina, forcing it's way in, next to the other, which only made Cadpig more furious to escape. Of course, even she couldn't deny the arousing effect it was having on her body. Her little pink nipples poked out of the fur on her chest, erect an stiff, as if begging to be played with.

She growled low in her throat, her chest heaving up and down, eyes wide with shock and panic. How far were these vines going to go? What were they doing to her?! She tried again to scream, but no words came out. Wet, clear fluid trickled down the length of the green tentacle molesting her innocent little love hole. As if that were bad enough, she shuddered in horror as the vines that curved around her hips, found their way towards the hidden valley of fur between her rump cheeks. She tried to shake them away, but there were so many. One (or two, she really couldn't see behind her) Seemed to take an interest in the puckered opening under her tail. She shivered when one of them touched it, and whimpered, as it pressed it's way in. Now she felt completely exposed, her most private and secret places, being torment, touched and molest by a plant. A PLANT!

"STOP IT STOP IT STOPIT!!!" She wanted to scream, but not a even a yelp could be made, the vines in her muzzle forcing her jaw open, probing all over her muzzle. More wetness trickled down the vines working their way into her slit, her body reacting to it, the same way it reacted when she had those alluring thoughts about Lucky. She squirmed, tears in her eyes, as her body shuddered again, the vines working her towards an unwanted climax. The tentacle confined inside of her tight tail hole, wriggled forward even deeper, making matters worse. So many new sensations at once, pain, fear, desperation, arousal, sadness, anxiety, it all proved to be too much for Cadpig to handle. The vines inside of her pussy were suddenly drenched with hot puppy juices. Cadpig's cum dribbled down the sides of tentacles, as her hips gave an involuntary buck. The climax wasn't pleasant for her. Though she did enjoy it for a few all to brief seconds, her fear and terror got in the way of any true bliss she might have received from it. She whimpered, looking about. It seemed more vines had been attracted by the creamy fluids spilling from her sex. They were never going to let her go. She realized, keeping her here forever, and never let, go, until she died, or until they ripped her apart.

She could feel a third vine trying to squeeze it's way into her all too sensitive pussy, the third working it's way and stretched her open, sliding past her swelled clit, forcing the dog to hit a second climax. And even before it was over, Cadpig had blacked out.

Cadpig groaned, opening her eyes. They hurt. Her legs hurt. Her fur hurt. Place she didn't even know she had hurt. But it was a good hurt. It meant she was alive. She groaned and crawled to her feet, the warm grass helping her sore paws. Grass? She blinked in confusion. She wasn't quite sure why, but grass didn't seem right. Then she remember, she remembered everything, the lab, the plant, blacking out. How she got here, was a mystery. She coughed, felt the sticky, matted fur between her legs catch and groaned in pain, taking a few cautious steps, and a view of her surroundings. It was the back of barn. She was home. She sighed with relief, never quite so happy at being back. But how'd she get here? Her ears perked slightly when she heard voices around the side of the barn.

Slowly, two spotted heads poked their way out from the side of the barn, Lucky and Rolly. They looked at one and other, and whispered quietly, before shyly approaching Cadpig, who sat there looking confused.

"Uh…Hey Cadpig…are you um…ok?"

Lucky asked quietly, his face a bright red. She nodded slowly and Lucky smiled a bit.

"That's good…um…glad to hear it…"

He whispered, his voice getting softer and softer, as Cadpig slowly realized what must have happened.

"We um…we saved you from...that um…plant thing…it had you um…pretty good."

Rolly quipped, his face turning a deep shade of red. Cadpig had guessed that mush, so they must have seen what the plant was doing to her. She blushed as well, and turned away from them.

"I um…I'm going to…go to Hiccup Hole for a little while."

She said sheepishly, turning to walk away, without even waiting for a response from them.

"Um…y, yeah...see you later."

Lucky whimpered softly, then glanced to Rolly, who was looking at the ground at his feet.

"Boy that was awkward."

Rolly mumbled quietly. Lucky had to agree.

The End