Title: Matty’s Saturday
Part: 2 of 2
Keywords: furry, mc, cubs, tent, plant, mm+
Universe: Mattyverse
Author: just_lurking
Summary: The sequel to Matty’s Recess. This story takes place a year after the events of the first. If you haven’t read the first story then things will seem a little out of order, but the story should still be intelligible.

“Thanks for showing me your tree house.” James said as he climbed
up the ladder.  “You guys are the coolest.”

Matty smirked as he followed the unsuspecting siamese up the stout tree.

“Hey, no problem.” Malcolm called down from inside the tree
house. “Anything for the new guy.”

James Tiddles was in town for the day with his parents who had business
to attend to.  Matty and Malcolm had pounced on him the instant they’d
heard about the city-kid checked into the community centre for the
day. James was a year younger than they were and delighted to be
hanging-out with the ‘big kids’.

Malcolm offered his paw to the cream-and-black cat-boy and pulled him
up into the tree house.

Malcolm Rex was a doberman, and Matthew Roo’s best friend.  He wore a
white t-shirt and red shorts.  Malc was the first cub Matty introduced
to the plant (the cubs used the definite article for the plant, anything
else was merely *a* plant) after his encounter nearly a year ago.

It had been an eventful year, and not entirely smooth.  The first
few plants the cubs planted almost died.  They all spent many nights
awake and worrying until the right combination of soil and nutrients
was found. Then Eric Nutkin almost brought the whole scheme tumbling
down when the squirrel-boy decided to plant a seed in his back garden
‘’Cause it was closer’.

The worry and the hard work had been worth it though.  The plants
were thriving with all the cubs who tended to them whenever they had
time. Matty found himself the unelected, de-facto leader of the adjusted
cubs. Malcolm was his best friend, lieutenant and, since Matty’s
twelfth birthday sleep-over, his lover.  The others seemed content to
let them decide how they could best nurture and protect the plant.

Matty pulled himself up into the wooden hut.  He shut the ‘door’
(really a board that roughly covered the doorway) behind him.

The hut was large, but sparse.  There were two doors on opposite sides,
one facing deeper into the forest, the other leading back to the community
centre.  A table sat in the middle of the room, and a smaller, overturned
crate in one corner served a similar function.  A tall bottle filled
with pearly liquid and four mismatched mugs sat on top of the crate. A
closed toy-box, shaped to look like a treasure-chest, sat in the corner
opposite the crate.

James’ gaze was everywhere.  The eager kitten morph lent credence
to the old adage about cats being curious.  The kangaroo and the dog
waited patiently for their friend to finish his exploration of the
almost-bare room.

Matty’s eyes fell on a pile of clothes—a flowery sun dress, a pair
of pink panties, some frilly socks and a pair of shoes.  He frowned as
he recognised the clothes as Emily Castur’s.  He gestured frantically
to Malcolm behind James’ back.  They didn’t want the cat-boy to see
that sort of thing yet.  Clothing scattered around the place would make
him suspicious.  Malcolm hooked the clothes with one foot, and swept
them behind the crate before James saw them.  The mugs clattered a bit.

“What was that?” James’ ears perked curiously.

“Would you like a drink?” Malcolm held up the bottle smoothly. Malcolm
always was cool as a cucumber.

“Sure.” James said, his tail wagging.

The three cubs sat around the table, and Malcolm poured three half-mugs
of the liquid.

James eyed his suspiciously.  “What is this?”

“Milk.” Matty said trying not to raise the cub’s suspicions.

“It doesn’t look like any milk I’ve ever seen.” James said.

Matty shrugged his shoulders and quaffed his drink.  The vapours hit
his sinuses immediately, but he tried not to let his eyes water. Almost
immediately he felt a warm placidness enveloped his body and mind. His
shorts, hidden beneath the table, began to tent.

The cubs had quickly discovered that they could harvest the milk of
the bristly vine any time they wished—seemingly with no ill-effect to
the plant.  The only requirements were that the plant was not occupied
with a cub, and that the milker was already seeded, otherwise the plant
would try to impregnate them as they approached.  Collecting the milk
was as simple as running the bristles through your hand and catching
the secreted liquid in a bottle.

James watched Matty and Malcolm down their drinks and, not wanting to
upset his new friends, followed suit.  He sipped at the liquid gently
at first, and then, finding it pleasant, finished it in four gulps.

“That was good.” The black-socked kitten said drowsily.

He had never tasted the plant’s milk before, and he hadn’t built
up any tolerance to it.  His breathing was heavy, his face flushed
and he was swaying unsteadily.  Like most of the cubs after their
first exposure to the aphrodisiac, he was unaware of his condition.
James simply felt *good*.

Matty and Malcolm smiled and nodded at each other.  Wordlessly they stood,
and began to disrobe.  Their shoes and t-shirts were off before James’
clouded mind had time to react, and their shorts had joined them on the
floor before the first surprised exclamation escaped the kitten’s lips.

“W-what are you guys doing.” He asked, suddenly afraid.

His eyes were locked on the bulges in the cartoon underwear before
him. The kangaroo wore white superman briefs, and the dog had blue
spiderman undies.  Both were taut around the erect cubhoods they
contained.

James lunged for the door back to the community centre, adults and
safety. Malcolm and Matty jumped to intercept him.  Unfortunately for
James, the milk had exactly the effect on him that Matty and Malcolm
had anticipated and made his movements lethargic.  The two older boys
pulled the kitten down and restrained him despite his weak struggles.

The cat lay pinned on the floor crying and mewling pitifully.

“Shhh, Shhh, Shhh.” Malcolm cooed, pulling the boy up into his arms
and cradling him gently.  “We just want to prepare you so what comes
next will be more pleasant.”

“Yeah,” Matty agreed as he started pulling off the crying cub’s
sneakers, “you’re going to love this.  I guarantee it.”

Malcolm adjusted the boy so he was sitting sideways on his lap. He
continued cuddling the boy from behind while nuzzling his tear-soaked
features and whispering his reassurances.

Matty pulled James’ shorts and undies off—exposing his sheath to
their gaze.  Even in the kitten’s fear, the aphrodisiac had caused
him to erect a little.  A little nub of pink flesh peaked from inside
the fuzzy folds.

“There you go.” Malcolm’s soft reassurances tickled the kittens
sensitive ears.  “You have a nice one.”

Malcolm’s hands dipped under James’ arms and under his t-shirt. He
explored the kitten’s soft belly-fur.  His fingers caressed the boy’s
chest, and moved lightly over his ticklish sides.  The kitten’s tears
started to dry up.  Despite his best efforts to stay scared and angry,
the drug in his system focused his mind on the pleasure and intensified
it. It filled his body, and soon there was no room left over for the fear.

Matty pulled the kitten’s t-shirt off, and threw it on the floor
with the other clothes.  Now James was naked in Malcolm’s embrace.
The cat-boy wasn’t purring or moaning in pleasure.  He had been crying
too recently for that, but his tears were beginning to dry on his flushed
cheeks, and a slight smile could be seen between the dying heaves of
his sobs.

Malcolm leaned back against the tree house wall.  He spread his knees
wide, and rearranged James so that the boy’s legs rested on top of his
own.  His fingers kept tracing patterns in James’ delicate cream fur.

Matty searched the toy-box.  After a bit of rummaging he pulled out
a jar of yellow grease, and a slender dildo.  He opened the jar, and
smiled as he turned to face the couple in the corner.

He saw his lover, his blue undies just visible beneath the rump and tail
of the kitten that filled his arms.  Matty adjusted the length in his
own pants as he approached the writhing pair.

He took Malcolm’s right paw and dipped it in the jar.  The doberman
didn’t even open his eyes as he scooped a glob of the yellow lubricant
(which was also harvested from the plants) and spread it on James’
exposed tail hole.

“This might feel a little strange at first.” Malcolm reassured the
virgin cub.  “Don’t worry it’ll feel really good really soon,
and it’ll make the main event much more enjoyable.”

He dipped a finger into the kitten’s tail hole.  James just moaned. The
milk banished any trace of pain just as had for Matty a year earlier.

Matty dropped to his hands and knees in front of, and between the legs of,
the copulating boys.  He had a prefect view of both their crotches—from
his mate’s straining and pre-soaked underwear; past James’ rear and
Malcolm’s fingers; to the kitten’s sheath with the beginnings of an
erection just poking free.  It was James’ kittenhood that Matty was
most interested in.

He moved on the half-hard member until his nose was almost touching
the pinkness.  He breathed in the sent of James’ privates.  The smell
of young flesh and soap assailed him.  Like the rest of the cubs, James
hadn’t started puberty, and his body had yet to begin producing the
pheromones that gave each cock it’s unique smell.

Matty licked the length and was rewarded by another few centimetres
slipping free from it’s home.  He got to work in earnest.  His tongue
licked over the siamese’s balls, inside his sheath and up his
length. Not an inch was spared.  He pursed his lips once enough of
James’ four and a half inches emerged, and dipped his head down onto
the shaft.

Matty started on James’ first blow job, just as Malcolm loosened the
cat’s tail enough to slip a second finger in.  They worked in tandem.
The dog diddled, the kangaroo blew and, between the two, the cat went
wild.

James was pure pleasure.  He was writhing and flailing in Malcolm’s
hug. The drug was now in full effect, and not one coherent though was
passing through the cat-boy’s brain.  Instinctively he grasped the back
of Matty’s head, and pushed the kangaroo’s muzzle down onto his cock.

Matty knew when to pull off.  James was getting close to orgasm. The
little marsupial had gathered enough experience over the last year to
recognise the signs of an impending climax.  He shook himself free of
the cat’s grasp, and pulled off his boyhood.

James whined as he felt the cool air on his saliva-slick hardness. He
bucked his hips and looked imploringly at Matty.  The older boy just sat
back on his haunches and shook his head slowly.  The kitten ‘mawww’d
in disappointment.  The crushed look on his face almost broke Matty’s
heart, and he would have dived back onto the boy in an instant if he
hadn’t had a plan for him.

Matty looked at Malcolm who was still thrusting his paw in and out of
James’ rear end.  He had three fingers in now.  Malcolm nodded. Matty
clambered over the reclined cubs, closed his eyes and pressed his lips
to James’.  He kissed the kitten deep and long.  He pressed the dildo
into Malcolm’s waiting hand, and Malcolm pressed it into James’
prepared tail hole.

Matty’s hands trailed over James’ thighs as he leant back from the
kiss. He let his hands come to rest on the cat-boy’s knees, and opened
his eyes. James was riding the faux-phallus with determination.

The cat-boy was wasn’t content with the pace Malcolm set.  He was
desperate for relief and Malcolm was trying to keep him on edge.
James’s hips rose and fell as he impaled himself over and over on the
dildo. Before him his cubhood swung up and down.  Behind him his tail
whipped side to side in agitation.

Malcolm smiled. “Is he ready?”

Matty knelt down and peered closely at the ring wrapped around the
plastic shaft.  It adhered closely to the smooth surface, but it accepted
the length easily.

The joey looked up from below the cat.  “He’s ready.”

Malcolm pulled the dildo out of the desperate kitten.  James cried
in frustration.  His hands dropped to his waist, either to wrap a hand
around his erection or finger himself, but Malcolm intercepted them and
held them firmly.

The captive boy struggled a little, and almost broke free.  The effects
of the milk, though intense, wore off quickly.  Matty and Malcolm held
the boy still as lucidity slowly returned to him.

“Are you okay?” Matty asked James when he thought the cat was once
again aware of his surroundings.

“Why did you stop?” James mewled pathetically.

Malcolm laughed.  “That was just to get you ready for the main
course. You wanna see?”

The cat-boy nodded vigorously.  “Yes please.”

“Okay,” Malcolm let go of the boy and pointed to the door which lead
deeper into the forest, “it’s out there.”

The lust-gripped cub stumbled towards the door.  Curiosity and arousal
driving him towards his doom.  His paw subconsciously gravitated to his
still hard kitty-cock.

“Uh Uh Uh!” Matty chastised.  “No touching yourself.  It feels
even better if you don’t.”

James blushed as he whipped his hand away.  The naked boy suddenly felt
very self-conscious.  He shuffled over to the door—trying to keep his
back on his tormentors as he did so.  He didn’t want them to see any
more of his private parts than they already had.

He shifted the board from in front of the door way, and looked out across
the forest.  His eyebrows jumped in shock, and he took a step back from
the doorway.

He felt a hand on his back, between his shoulders, stopping his
retreat. It was Matty’s.  Matty and Malcolm, still in their undies,
stood either side of him, gazing out the door reverently.  James steeled
himself to take another look outside.

The forest floor behind the tree house was covered by a sprawling mass
of vines.  Occasionally patches would shift and then settle down in a
new position.  Short, stubby ‘flowers’ with oversized pistils and
small petals poked out of the writhing mass at regular intervals.

A couple of nude and half-nude cubs were already in the clearing. They
picked their way carefully through the vines.  Every so often they’d
stop to fuss with the soil or to tend to a vine.  James realised they
were gardening; tending to the plant’s needs.

The cat-boy stepped to the lip of the tree house and turned his head a
full hundred and eighty degrees.  The plant covered every inch of the
forest that was visible to him.

“What is it?” The cat looked at the twisted vista in awe.

Matty just smiled.  “Come see.”

Matty pulled off his underwear and tossed it over his shoulder, as he
brushed past the cat-boy and started down the ladder.  Behind him he
could hear Malcolm stripping off.  James blushed deeper and tried to
keep his eyes from their erections.  The cat was next on the ladder,
quickly followed by Malcolm.

The dog’s docked tail hid nothing from James’ eyes.  For the first
time in his life the kitten wished his tail was bushier.  His own thin
cat-limb afforded his bum and balls some protection from Matty’s gaze,
but not as much as he would have liked.  Not wanting to look up and see
Malcolm’s equipment, or look down and find Matty checking out his,
the kitten fixed his gaze on the bark of the tree in front of him.

James felt cool soil against his foot pads.  He backed away from the
tree. His ears were glowing red, and he refused to meet the other
cubs’ eyes. There was a small amount of bare soil around the foot
of the tree, but not much.  The vines lay not more than a metre away.
A trio of foot-deep holes had been dug around the tree.

A number of the bulb-like flowers were nearby.  James went to the nearest,
and knelt on his haunches before the curiosity.  It was ninety percent
pistil, and ten percent petals he decided.  James estimated the whole
thing to be one foot five-ish, of which the top half was a long thin
shaft, and the bottom half was a large, round ball.  Both halves were
a uniform dark green.  The base of the ball lay in a nest of blue,
triangular petals.

“I wouldn’t hang around there.” Matty laughed.  “It’s not time
for that just yet.  I want to show you something first.”

James didn’t see what the kangaroo thought was funny, but he stepped
away from the flower anyway.  Matty directed the kitten’s attention
to Malcolm who was squatting over one of the holes.

Malcolm’s face was screwed up as he pushed down on his abdominal
muscles. At first James was grossed out by what he thought he was
watching, but that quickly turned to surprise.  The dobie’s bum
distended further than it should have.

The kitten was unable to avert his eyes as a walnut-coloured sphere,
about the size of a cricket ball, pushed it’s way free.  The dog’s
ring extended to what James thought must be painful proportions, but
there was no pain on Malcolm’s face, only concentration as he bore down.

The slick ball came free suddenly as the widest point passed.  A splatter
of liquid followed it into the hole, before the boy’s cheeks tightened
up again stemming the flow.

Matty and Malcolm had speculated endlessly on the origin of the
plants. Matty’s theory, and the prevailing opinion of the cubs, was
that it had been carried to Earth by an extraterrestrial cub on a visit.
Malcolm was just happy fate allowed him to carry and spread the plant’s
seed whatever its origins.

The puppy stood up and sighed contentedly as he looked down at the sphere
resting in the bottom of the hole.  He covered it over with loose soil.

“What *was* that!?” James asked, his eyes wide and wild.

“That was what we do.” Matty explained soothingly.  “The plants
have a unique survival mechanism.  They adjusts cubs to tend to them. We
take care of them; keep animals from making a meal of them, make sure
they are watered, spread their seeds and defend them if necessary.”

“I don’t want anything to do with this.” The cat held up two paws
in pacification.

“Don’t worry you’ll love it.” Malcolm took the kitten’s upper
arm, and pulled the stunned cub into the middle of the vine patch.

Matty followed behind.  “That’s why we prepared you.  The first time
can be a little rough unless someone loosens you up first.  You’re going
to adore this.”

“I-I-I—” The cream kitten stammered as the fist vines wrapped
around his ankles and began to climb.

“Shhhh lil’ kitten.” Matty whispered, as he and Malcolm rubbed
the frightened cat’s torso soothingly.  “Nothing to be frightened
of. Just let it happen.”

Their paws roamed sensually across the boy’s body as the vines climbed
over the three cubs.  James felt paws grope his cheeks, fingers leaving
trails in his back fur.  A hand ran down his tail, another cupped the side
of his face as a warm tongue licked his neck.  The tentacles continued
to tighten around him

“Shhhh.” Matty cooed as he felt the boy tense in his embrace.
“Shhhh. The plants won’t hurt you.  They love you, and you’ll
love them James. You’re perfectly safe.  Trust us.  We’ve adjusted
hundred’s of cubs, and they were all fine.  Just like you’ll be
fine.”

The tentacles pulled the three cubs gently apart.  The plants seemed
most intent on James, and least intent on Malcolm.  Matty knew that it
was a result of the pheromones that the seeds gave off.  Malcolm had
planted his seed minutes ago, and the chemical markers still clung to
him. James had never been seeded, so his body was fresh and virginal.

Matty watched as the specialist tentacles entered the kitten.

The ear tentacles, with their finely vibrating tips, were first. They
lodged themselves in the kitten’s dark tipped ears and filled his ear
canals with their glue.  Matty was just close enough to James to run his
fingers across the cat-boy’s ears.  He felt the rapidly hardening goo
through the delicate membranes of boy’s ears.

Then Matty’s restraining vines gave him a tug, and he was jerked away
from the kitten.  They lowered his body until he was resting on a bed
of writhing tentacles.  His head was resting against the base of one of
the flowers.  The flower was inclined just enough to allow him to watch
the rest of James’ adjustment.

He watched as the brush-tipped vine, it’s bristles dripping with
milk, forced it’s way into the kitten’s mouth.  From the kitten’s
reaction, Matty guessed he recognised the taste of the milk from earlier,
and he was grossed-out now he knew where it came from.

Matty felt his own ear tentacles enter, and pump his head full of their
gloop.  He smiled as he heard the plant song.  The buzz of the plant was
with him at all times now.  It had used to fade between sessions with
the plant, but the hum became a permanent part of his mind once he had
been conditioned sufficiently.  The kangaroo-boy surrendered control
of his body and mind to the sounds in his ears, and was rewarded by a
sensation of pure bliss.

James had been forced into the doggy position for his first time with the
plant.  His paws and lower legs were lost under the carpet of green vines.
A hollow tentacle had latched onto James’ cock, and was twisting and
sucking at the cubs length.  Judging by the regular and rhythmic bucking
of the kitten’s body, and the glassy look in his eyes, James had also
relinquished control of himself to the plant.

Matty smiled as the last of his own vines descended on him.  James’
adjustment was well under way.  The plant created irresistible
associations in its keepers’ minds.  After just one session Matty
knew James would be the plant’s willing servant.  After a week of
conditioning James would be its thrall, and his transition to adjusted
cub would be complete.

He watched as the final tentacle, the one which oozed yellow lubricant,
pressed it’s way into the kitten’s body.  A muffled yelp escaped
the siamese’s mouth, followed by the sound of moans and lips sucking
on vine.

To his left he saw Malcolm being taken by his vines standing up.  A yellow
vine was positioned at his bum, a hollow vine was making a bee-line for
his bobbing, red shaft.  His eyelids danced in time to the sounds of
the plant.

The sound that controlled Matty’s tail hole dipped low, his ring
loosened and he knew it was time for his own penetration.  The vine
slipped easily past his lowered defences.  His reward was a brushing of
his prostate and a wave of enforced pleasure.  He accepted both as his
due for obeying the plant in all things.

As always, the plant manipulated his body, by way of its song, for maximum
pleasure.  His hips were thrust into the twisting, sucking warmth over
his prick.  The forces controlling body caused his ring to dig into the
yellow lubricant on every withdrawal, and relax on every thrust.

Distinctly un-cub like thoughts danced in Matty’s head.  He felt so
open when he relaxed, as if he was welcoming the plant deeper inside
him. Every clench of his behind was an attempt to keep the plant in
him. In his mind it was a symbolic submission to the plant’s will.
It was an act of love.  Allowing the vine into his body was the same as
allowing the song into his subconscious.

He heard his lips smacking on the length in his muzzle.  Sweet milk
dripped from the bristles, collected on his tongue, flowed down his
throat and seemed to travel straight to his cheeks where it burned
hotly. His body was glowing.  His cheeks, his forehead, his ears, his
young chest, especially his cock; they all burnt under the influence of
the pearly-white drug.

Matty forced his eyelids open.  He breathed through flared nostrils. The
rise and fall of his chest was heavy and rhythmic.  The plant song
setting the pace.

James was jerking wildly in the plant’s grasp.  His body full of
sensations he’d never even imagined before today.  Matty watched the
kitten’s muscles move of their own accord.  The young feline’s body
being used as a tool to condition his mind.  The joey found the sight
incredibly erotic.

He watched as the first vine stabbed deep into the James’ cavity and
began to pump the kitten full of liquid.  James’ belly distended subtly
beneath him.  Pure pleasure was written across the kitten’s screwed up
features.  He moaned, loudly, around the milk producing vine in his mouth.

Matty felt his own vine climax as he watched the adorable crimson-faced
cat.  The twin pleasures of being taken and watching another cub being
taken pushed him towards orgasm, but the plant controlled that, as it
controlled every aspect of the encounter, and he found himself whimpering
as he was denied his release.

The spent vines withdrew from their respective cubs, and fresh ones took
their place.  Matty in particular welcomed his.  He wanted to climax. His
pleasure built and built, but the plant wasn’t done with him yet.

He took his eye’s off the cat and looked over to Malcolm.  The puppy
was still on his first tentacle.  His body, while still upright,
was practically wrapped in vines.  The tendrils were the only thing
holding him up right.  The doberman was limp in their coils, with only
the muscles controlled by the plant tensed.

Matty looked down at his own cubhood.  He couldn’t see it since it
was still encased in the sucking tentacle, but the feelings were just
as intense.  The wriggling tendril had pressed slightly past the lips
of his sheath.  It tickled the inside of his little packet as it stroked
the outside of his length.

The plant’s pace picked up, as did the beating of Matty’s heart. The
yellow tentacle slammed into his compliant rear over and over. His head
bounced against the flower it was laying on.

Matty opened his eyes and looked over to James again only to see the
kitten looking at him.  Their gazes locked.  The two cubs watched
each others flushed, wild-eyed faces as their bodies were pounded over
and over.  Matty watched James’ hips alternate between the tentacle
on his cock and the tentacle humping his rear.  James watched Matty’s
mouth coax milk from the vine that filled it.

James gasped, and almost choked on his milk, as the tentacle in his
rear slammed into his prostate and released.  Liquid flowed into the
kitten’s belly adding another centimetre to it’s circumference.
A moment later the scene repeated with Matty.  Both cubs felt their
tails clench shut as the sated lengths retreated.

James was taken first.  The heavy tendrils wrapped around him started
pulling him back, and he was forced to scrabble backwards on his
hands and knees through the foliage.  The plant marched him, backwards,
until there was a flower between his legs.  James tried to look over his
shoulder. The bulbous base just brushed his thighs.  The cold length of
the pistil rested on his right cheek.

There was a jump in James’ song.  His tail twitched up and out of the
way in response.  The plant lifted him onto the balls of his feet, and up
until his ring rested on the end of the flower’s shaft.  The only thing
preventing his impalement where the vines which held his weight. Even
in his lust-stupor James whimpered at the thought.

The plant lowered him.  His tail hole opened at the song’s bidding,
and the shaft, aided by his own weight, began to enter him.

Malcolm’s first tentacle released into him.  Liquid splashed out as
it withdrew and the second took its place.  The doberman let out a long
howling moan throughout the exchange.

Matty felt himself lifted.  The tip of the flower rubbed over the back
of his head, across his shoulder blades and down his spine.  It slipped
between his cheeks as if it belonged there, which, as far as Matty was
concerned, it did.  The joey felt his tail welcome the device by which
it would be seeded.  Slowly he was lowered onto it, and soon he was
kneeling with the curve of the bulb just pressing at his ring.

The kangaroo cub felt the green ball rumble between his thighs. He watched
the same rumble cross the skin of the ball beneath the James’ bum.
James mewed in puzzlement.  Then the sphere contracted violently.

Matty watched as a fist-sized bulge travelled up the pistil.  It moved
quickly up the length until it encountered the feline tail hole. The
pressure behind it was so great it actually lifted the virgin cub half
a foot up the stalk.

Eventually the relentless press of the bulge, in combination with the
cat-boy’s own weight, forced his ring to part.  James threw his head
back as his body tensed in prepubescent ecstasy.  A squeal escaped his
muzzle, his hips bucked upwards, and his stomach bulged slightly.

Matty smiled knowing that the plant-song always crescendoed at the moment
the cub was seeded.  The association between the seed’s implantation
and the cub’s pleasure made certain the plant’s biological imperative
became the cub’s foremost wish.  Matty would have giggled happily if
he hadn’t been sucking furiously.  Nothing turned the joey on more
than watching another cub being adjusted.

A second later Matty felt his own pod contract, and the pressure behind
his own seed pushed it past his ring and into his body.  The feeling of
the seed escaping the elastic tip at the end of the plant’s length
and settling into its temporary home inside his belly triggering his
own long denied climax.  It was a big one.

The plant relinquished its control of his cock and balls, and Matty felt
them empty into the plant immediately.  He wasn’t aware of the pumping
of his hips, or the way his body was thrashing.  All his thoughts were
on release.

The plant stepped up the production of its milk for the duration of the
boy’s orgasm.  The burning, sweet liquid evaporated on his tongue and
prolonged his release.  The plant used the extra time efficiently. The
plant-song hummed and buzzed in the little kangaroo’s ears. Reasserting
his programming, and ensuring his continued loyalty.

It came to an end all to soon for the cub.  The chemical-induced,
minutes-long release faded.  Leaving Matty sitting on the flower with his
flat chest heaving.  His sweat evaporated in the cool nearly-evening air,
stealing the glowing heat from his frame as it went.

The bristly length pulled itself from his mouth.  He tried to hold onto
it with his teeth, but he was too tired, and the bristles just bent back
around them anyway.  The length in his sheath withdrew.  Matty moaned
slightly as the tight tentacle pulled off his soft cock.  It popped free
of the grasping tendril and slapped lightly against his balls.

Finally he felt the vines in his ears inject their solvent.  The
plant-song turned muddy then disappeared altogether—leaving only the
song he carried in the back back of his mind to guide his actions. He
felt the gooey remains of the mass in his ear pull out with the vines. The
viscus goo ran down the sides of his face in cold little rivers.

Matty pulled himself up.  He shambled through the mess of vines over
to the kitten.  James was slumped over with only the length in his rear
preventing him from falling forwards.

Matty lifted the kitten’s shoulders—caressing the spent boy’s chest
as he did so.  He felt the rise and fall of James’ shallow breath as he
stroked the fur lovingly.  With his left hand he brushed the siamese’s
goo-streaked hair out of the way, and cradled his head.

“Wasn’t that worth it?” Matty pecked James’ on the cheek.

The kitten stirred.  “Yeah—” He agreed weakly.  “—worth it.”

“C’ummon let’s get you up.” Matty stood behind the dazed convert
and, slipped his arms under the kitten’s.  “On three, okay?”

They counted three, and Matty lifted the kitten off the flower. James
tried to help by pushing up with his legs, but it was a token effort
at best.  The kitten found he could mostly stand on his own once he was
upright, and he only leaned on Matty a little.

They stood and watched as the plant finished with Malcolm.  James
was especially fascinated when the dog’s rear was impaled on the
flower. The kitten, now protected from further molestation by the seed
in his backside, crouched down and watched as the canine’s ring gave
way. He boned up as he watched the seed’s journey into the boy, and
he shivered as he felt it bump into the walls of Malcolm’s abdomen
beneath his stroking fingers.

Throughout it all Matty stood between the two cubs and stroked their soft
fur lovingly.  When it was over he helped Malcolm up as he had helped
James, although the dog didn’t really need his support.  Malcolm was
as experienced as Matty was and only stumbled a little as he pulled off
the pistil in his rear.

He stood up.  His tongue lolled out of his panting muzzle.  His flushed
cheeks glowing with contentment.

“Welcome to the club.” He said to James as he wiped the gloop from
his hair.

“What club?” James asked confused and exhausted.  “What just
happened?”

Matty and Malcolm smiled.

“We told you.” Malcolm stroked the kitten’s cheek.  “We spread
and protect the plant.”

“Yes.” The kitten nodded.  “How?”

“You’ve been seeded.” Matty stroked the curve of James’
belly. “The liquids in you fertilise the seed.  Then you find a nice
quite place and you plant it.  You can carry it for about two days before
it starts hurting.”

“Give your belly a rub and spread the liquids,” Malcolm insisted,
“that fertilises it quicker.”

James kneaded his tummy lightly, and felt the liquids moving inside
him. “So if I plant this a new flower will grow from it?”

“Yup.” Matty and Malcom agreed in unison.

James smiled.  “What are we waiting for?”

He began walking over to the holes at the base of the tree.  Matty and
Malcolm chased after him.

“No, no, no, no.” Matty said as he dashed around the cat.
“We don’t want you to plant it just yet.”

James looked genuinely perplexed.  “Why not?”

“Look around.” Matty commanded him.  “We’ve almost filled the
clearing.”

James looked and saw that it was true.

“If the adults find out about the plant they’ll scour the town
with flame throwers.” Matty winced as he pictured his masters
burning. “I’ve sent cubs to look for other safe places to plant—”

“Matty is our leader.” Malcolm clarified.

“—but your arrival gives us an opportunity to save the plant now.”
Matty finished.

“Me?” James said, surprised and slightly proud.  “What can I do?”

“You can take it home with you of course.” Malcolm said as if it
should have been the most obvious thing in the world.

“Take the seed back to the city.” Matty reiterated.  “Plant it. Wait
three months (that’s how long it takes to grow).  And then set about
adjusting other cubs to spread the seed.”

“You mean start up a new… what ever you call it?” The kitten asked.

“Garden.” Matty supplied.  “And yes.  That way if the worst
happens and we are discovered,” he winced again, “the plant will
still survive.”

“But I don’t know how to take care of the plants!” James protested.

“Don’t worry,” Malcolm clapped James on the back, “we didn’t
either. We’ve got a few hours yet.  We’ll teach you everything you
need to know about tending them before your parents come for you.”

The three naked, seeded cubs turned and walked deeper into the mass of
vines to begin James’ eduction.  Three hard cubhoods bounced before
them, and three perky tails wagged behind them.

