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The sky above was dark as the moon above was little more than a sliver and the birds in the trees still seemed to prefer sleep over hunting nearby the town of Beacon Hills. Even the soil within the forest seemed more prone to silence, as vines moved through the different branches and bushes.
It was hard to see in the dim moonlight, even with the glowing lights but it was not an obstacle for Stiles who was in the forest investigating crimes that had surged recently in Beacon Hills. Along with him was Scott who really had no interest in finding any criminals, but as a good friend he decided to follow him and helped him out in the task.
- "Why don't we call it a day and go back home, Stiles?" Scott says as he was already tired, it was almost nine o'clock and there was still nothing around.
- "Let's keep going for a couple of hours" Stiles replied back.
As both continued walking deep in the forest, Stiles held back as he faced a weird vine around a branch, Stiles moved forward to where the vines' roots were coming from as his lungs were filled with a sweet scent. Vines were slightly moving around him as he continued walking on his own to where they were coming from.
In moments, Stiles was thrown to a different path, as he paused in his tracks and took in his surroundings, his expression growing troubled, Scott was nowhere, he had become lost, nothing in the area was familiar to him. However, it only took a few more steps when a leafless vine lashed out from the trees above, just as Stiles' eyes widened in shock as the vine wrapped around his slender neck and began to tighten.
- "What...?" Stiles shook his head as he broke free and back away from that vine.
- "Scott...!!!?? Is anyone here?" Stiles screamed as he ventured through the forest. There was silence, but all he could still smell the subtle aroma.
- "What in the world?" he lifted his nose to the air and took in a deep breath. The air was sweet, palatably so. He had never smelled anything like this in his life, yet there was also something familiar about the scent, something he could not put his finger on.
Stiles moved around, sniffing trying to find the source of the smell, and in moments he found the scent's aroma stronger to the west as he headed into that direction without thinking. The sweet, candy-like aroma soon enveloped his sense of smell and taste. As he meandered further into the forest.
- "It tastes like pure sugar... No... Honey? He licked the saliva off his mouth. Cotton candy?" he whispered.
He further moved through the bushes, unaware that he was intoxicated. Whatever was producing this sweet, tangy aroma, he had to find it. He hadn't realized how hungry he was. His belly growled, begging for food after so much walking, but now it was craving for this particular sweetness.
The scent was like a fog cloud now, the source must have been close. When the flashlight broke through the fog, Stiles could notice fine particles, like golden dust, wafting through the air. They glimmered for half a second before they got carried by the wind.
Then, he pushed through a thick wall of leaves and low branches. His eyes widened when he saw them, there were hundreds of red flower bus and vines, a few tiny leaves growing... but in the center of it, there was a slightly larger flower. It looked like an orchid, though its petals were lime green.
In the midst of his observation, his consciousness was failing him and his breathing slowed, he passed out around the flowers. Vines began to pulse as they moved around Stiles, they spilled outwards with no end in sight, they tailed down towards Stiles. Vines thickened as they matured in seconds. The vines reached Stiles' head and started waving through his skull, sliding around, slipping across his forehead like a headband or crown made of vines and leaves.
Vines continued to spread, some wrapped around his biceps, making plant cuffs, however, among all of them, one vine thickened beyond all the rest, growing as thick as it three inches. The cell walls were firm but the tip dripped a clear sweet sap. The root lifted up like a cobra before it wove back and forth, advancing until the tip hovered just before Stile's lips. The vine leaned in and nudged them apart before slipping in, dripping the sap onto his tongue. At first, the sap just rolled down his tongue and into his throat, but slowly Stiles began to suck it, milking the vine, taking it in. The verb act of sucking on the long thick vine seemed to indicate to his brain that it was time... Blood rushed into his cock, causing it to length and grow in his pants, but the cock was not the only thing growing.
His bald skull began to grow reddish hair, growing out longer. Inch by inch it advanced, becoming smoother and straighter and silkier as it grew. It pooled against his neck, growing longer still, it for sure would reach his middle back. His spine stretched a little bit as he continued to suck. Tiny vines crept across his pecs, spiraling along the flesh, moving inwards in a circle before they reached his nipples and coiled around them, squeezing and tugging, teasing them to an erection. Stiles squirmed in his induced sleep, feeling so turned on.
Vines snaked into his clothing, moving to his underwear, some cupped his balls, fondling and hugging them, but far more started to coil around his cock, forming a green spongy sleeve that started to rub back and forth. The sleeve built up around his cock from base to tip, closing around the head of his cock until his urethra remained exposed. Other vines were tearing apart his clothing with their thorns and barbs, but without harming Stiles' soft skin.
The orchid began to break free from the soil, moving freely. The roots were pushing out from the soil merged into one single body. The whole flower seemed to be a snake aiming for its prey, the naked boy on the soil, panting and sweating as the vines were preparing him... The crown made around his head grew out and crept along the back, reaching out for his ass cheeks, coiling around them, tighten them.
- "Aw..." Stiles was moaning softly in his sleep, but the orchid was going to the stiff member perpendicularly hardened on him.
The sleeve never stopped massaging and compressing his member, and the pulsating and throbbing member was a call for the orchid which moved faster and faster. Vines from the orchid helped the flower to crawl through the soil as the flower bloomed to revealed a squish interior. In a matter of seconds, the orchid was positioning in front of his needy cock, the flower opened up letting a wave of moist heat spread over his invigorated member. The soft flower pressed against Stiles' tip before plunging itself onto him, making a tantalizingly carnal wet squelch as it forcefully hilted itself upon its incredible length.
- "Ahhh!" Stiles moaned as he woke up, but incapable of moving as the vines immobilized him.
Every muscle of his body tensed uncontrollably as the incredible wave of pleasure peaked and crashed over his very being, but something was happening, inside the orchid, a proboscis grew and touch the tip of his urethra before it embeds itself into his ejaculatory duct. Stiles panted...
- "God... It is all the way inside, and it is pushing harder, fuck" Stiles moaned without realizing his teeth were now thin and sharp.
