An Out-Of-This-World Birthday Dinner
(c) Windrunner, 2007. Do not distribute without permission.
Jannet and Omega are (c) their players.
 
 
  Whenever furries are invited to Hallowe'en parties, they rarely have to think
about what to wear. It being one time of year when being in costume is totally
accepted and no one looks at you funny if you happen atttend dressed as a
Playboy bunny, complete with ears and cute, bunny nose, accompanied by a white
deer in a red spandex tank top and shorts. But that was just how Jannet and
Omega arrived that night, knowing how to fit in with the crowd of furs - yet
still be able stand out in it. Both outfits only highlighted the natural
bustlines of the women as they were greeted by a large guy in a bear suit who
filled the entranceway and could have acted as its storm door without trying.
The party was in full swing as the girls showed up fashionably late. The crowd
was an interesting mix of fursuits and 'normal' costumes - pirates, gangsters,
zombies and the like. The decor was to die for, no pun intended - all the
cliche paper bats and hanging skeletons were nowhere, in favour of horror movie
posters, realistic props, a blacklight-lit dance room with, in one corner, a
huge Audrey-2-like plant.
 
  Making their way through the throng of costumes, the pair checked out the
large plant. "Wow, it looks almost real!" said Jannet, as she stared in awe at
its big, pulpy maw, up above her head. "They must have something serious inside
that stem that can hold it up without any wires anywhere!"
 
  "It even feels real, too," replied the doe, brushing her hand down one of the
'branches' from its stem to the end, where several green pods extended, almost
like fingers. "These must be its hands... used to trap prey that wants to get
away..." said Omega, in a teasing, toying sound.
 
  Her partner gave a visible shiver, paralyzed by that thought. "Yes... I'm sure
this could swallow someone whole... maybe even two people, if it was hungry
enough..."
 
  She froze, as two arms slowly encircled her from behind, tightly cupping her
against their owner's body. A white deer mask's muzzle rested on her shoulder,
and from beneath it, she heard the whisper "Why don't we see if that can be
arranged? Let's go find out who owns this, and if they're willing to let it
play with us a bit." Omega didn't need an answer, as the soft whimper of her
friend was all she needed to hear.
 
  Their excitement, however, ended up turning to confusion, as they asked guest
after guest about it - and no one seemed to know who brought it. Even their
hosts were a little confused by its appearance in the corner of the floor. They
had been so busy all day preparing the food and getting decorations that no one
knew when it had first shown up in the room. They all agreed it was awsome and
a perfect fit for the party, so just left it there and hoped someone would come
to claim it later on that night.
 
  A few minutes later, Omega found Jan staring at the plant, pouting. Turning
around, she threw up her hands in frustration, whacking it against the flower
bulb. "It's not fair... this thing is so awsome, but we don't even know if we're
allowed to touch it any more!" For a second, Omega thought she saw the prop
almost try to move out of the way of the angered voraphile's hands, but decided
it must have been the wind.
 
  "You need to calm down before you break something or get into trouble again.
Yes, it's weird that this thing just appeared out of nowhere and that it's
amazing to look at - but that doesn't mean you can play with it without
permission," replied her friend. "Besides, what if you got stuck or broke it?
Care to guess how much it cost?"
 
  "Oh, c'mon..." said the girl, teasingly. She pulled over a chair and quickly
scampered up, sliding her body so that it was partially inside the 'mouth' of
the ornament, and wiggling her cute derriere for the crowd, fake cotton tail and
all. "Are you saying you wouldn't want to see me up inside it? I won't get stuck
- there's plenty of room... mmmm.... smells nice up here too... kind of
arousing..."
 
  The doe looked around the room, and noticed a few people staring at them
now... she wasn't ready to make too big of a scene, nor to go playing with
someones toy without knowing anything about it. Grabbing the Playboy bunny's
hand, she pulled her down from the chair and then out through the crowd, heading
towards the patio door. A chill ran down her spine, making her look back across
the room... Strange, she thought, the plant's bulb was pointing more
downwards... Jann must have pushed it pretty hard for it to have changed angles
like that.
 
  Sliding open the patio, she guided the flustered femme outside. The cool of
the night felt good to Omega, who had started to sweat inside her hot fursuit;
breathing deeply the fresh, night air gave her a chance to cool down a bit.
Jannet, on the other hand, was definitely under-dressed for being out here for
too long; thankfully, her hot mood made up for it. "What did you do that for?
I was only kidding around... and you didn't smell that plant! I think you were
right, I think it was real - that, or someone overdid it on the perfume and
actually managed to get up inside that thing before we did..."
 
  But the ramblings were lost on Omega, who seemed to be looking out into the
field intently, the deer mask barely moving. "What, what do you see?" said
Jannet, trying to look out into the darkness without the limitation of a
headpiece. As her eyes finally caught on under the light of the moon, she saw
no doubt what the deer fur saw - something that looked very suspiciously like
their plant, swaying in the wind. Her real nose twitched involuntarily under
the rubber bunny one and she picked up a scent just like the one from inside the
house... It smelled sooo wonderful, coming from the back field, that she just
had to find out where it was coming from.
 
  Unable to smell anything beneath her mask, Omega wasn't hypnotized by its
odour. She stood there, puzzled at the second plant that she could barely see
in the dark, wondering just what these things were... All of a sudden, the white
Playboy bunny came into her view, slowly walking towards it with her head
lifted, sniffing the air as she went. Omega crossed the lawn and grabbed her
friend's wrist, trying to stop her, "Jan, where are you going?" This time, it
was her turn to be ignored, as the redhead shook her off and just kept going.
Not wanting to leave her friend alone in the dark, the doe fur cautiously kept
up as they both approached the plant, the moonlight glistening off its shiny,
dew-coated exterior.
 
  Watching the huge flower sway lazily in the wind, they both stood there, not
sure what to do next. Jannet was hypnotized, standing still in the cold in her
skimpy bunny costume, as if she didn't even notice it. Omega, on the other
hand, decided to crouch down to get a better look at its base to examine its
roots. Checking around the bulbuous green sac that formed its lower stem, she
wasn't able to find any...
 
  Before she could utter a single word, the plants two green branches shot out
with great speed, and found their targets quickly. Within a second, both femmes
had the green leaf-claws around their necks, holding them fast. Jannet, still
drugged by its pollen, didn't even put up a struggle as it held her fast.
Omega, on the other hand, tried to fight it off, pulling desperately at the
'leaves', trying to yank herself free. Her white-furred gloves, however, made
it almost impossible to get any kind of useful grip on the slick foliage. She
thrashed about on the ground, but the tendrils simply held on to her, the branch
acting like a leash to keep her from getting too far. She could feel something
being fastened around her neck... a collar? She tried to cry out, but the grip
around her throat prevented any deep breaths - and the noises she did make were
further muffled by the deer mask.
 
  Within a minute, the trap had finished its job and both females now wore thin,
silvery-metal collars around their necks, each with a small glowing square on
it. Its task done, the 'arms' released their captives, the doe staggering from
the sudden release. Omega watched in shock as the plant began to hiss and
crumple before her eyes, quickly turning into nothing more than a pile of
compost on the lawn. Scampering over to Jannet, she only had time to say,
"Let's get out..." before suddenly being hit with the biggest shock to her
system ever. The glowing cubes flashed red twice, making both women spasm
before they were knocked unconscious. Collapsing to the ground, the two females
lay next to each other in their costumes, like a two-person furpile. No one saw
as their bodies dematerialized from the yard... later on, it was simply assumed
they both had left the party without saying goodbye. No one wondered where the
large Audrey II plant went either, vanishing midway through the party on its
own somehow...
 
***************
 
  High above the Earth's skies, however, things were a different story. With
their ship orbitting the moon, the aliens had received the signal for two beasts
and one scout to be brought aboard. They located the transponders easily and
made sure to stun the prey before beaming it up. Their transporter technology
was still basic and designed more for slower, flora-based species than for quick
meat animals. They had found it safer to bring them up while motionless, than
to try and have to aim quickly to catch their prey. They were still learning
how to use the technology themselves in many ways, and so accidents still tended
to happen from time to time. Thankfully, this time things had gone well; their
scout was greeted warmly, praised for bringing not one, but two whole, live
beasts.
 
  The plants shambled over to the prey, which still lay together in a heap on
the ground, and began to scan them. Thankfully, they breathed the same
atmosphere as the plant-beings, so they would be fine in the ship as it was.
The girls both appeared to be warm-blooded bipedal mammals, but both were female
and in excellent shape. Their shapely bodies appeared well formed, but not too
thin. Each had a nice, ample bosom and taut buttocks - signs the beings had
come to recognize meant they were in prime shape. The scout informed the
inspectors that they were a semi-intelligent people, and so the pair should be
able to obey commands. At last, satisfied that neither female was either
poisonous nor diseased, the inspectors turned off the statis collars, and
allowed the women to awaken to their new surroundings.
 
************
 
  As consciousness returned to the pair of kidnapped girls, the bright light of
the cargo bay blinded them. They groaned, slowly shaking off the induced
paralysis, knowing that something didn't feel quite.... right. At least the
floor was soft and warm, like sleeping on a sheepskin rug, though it smelled
really odd... Omega, not having been drugged, was waking up faster than Jannet;
bracing herself on one hand, she tried to take in their surroundings. Still
groggy, she was could only tell that she was lying on a floor of some sort, in
what sounded like a very large room. But why did the ground feel so comfortable?
 
  The last moments before she blacked out flashed in her memory. Reaching up to
her neck, the doe touched the metal collar to see if it was still there. It
was, but it didn't feel right... It was odd since the collar was still there; it
was more like her fingers didn't feel right. Looking down at them, she gasped
in shock; her gloves were gone, instead replaced by actual fur and tough
'hooves' at the end of her digits. Quickly, she sat up and tried to pull at the
furry bodysuit of her costume, only to find that it felt like she was pulling on
her own skin. While the tank top and shorts were still there, she could feel a
tail, and larger boobs, being held uncomfortably tight beneath the spandex
fabric. Slowly, she reached up to remove her mask, only to realize that it was
gone; her face had reshaped into that of a deer and she was breathing through
her own real muzzle.
 
  The hypnotic pollen out of her system, Jannet was now back in reality and
suffering from the same problem. While her skimpy bunny suit was torn up, it
still hung loosely from her busty form. She lay there, completely covered in
very soft fur from eartips to the bottom of her feet. Her large tits were still
crammed inside the remnants of her outfit, the pink nipples pressing out against
the material. Her floppy ears turned back and forth, listening to the odd
sounds surrounding them, as her red hair still cascaded down the back of her
head. Her cute button nose now twitched and wiggled, as if its owner had never
used it before. Passively, she was exploring her body with one paw, seeing just
what it felt like to have become a soft, sexy rabbit with a nice, tender rump.
 
  Finally, the bunny looked up and saw the doe morph staring back with the same
look of confusion and fear. Neither one seemed to know what to do next, amazed
and frightened at the same time, tears welling up. They were afraid to look any
farther than the changes that had just happened, still wondering if it was all a
dream - or a nightmare.
 
  "Excellent, they're finally awake," came an unexpected, warbled voice in their
minds. Startled, the pair looked over and saw the silhouetted form of the prop
plant they had seen at the party, hovering over them. Only now there were
several of them in a circle around both of them, 'flowers' of all sorts of
different soft shades - and they were moving. Looking this way and that, the
rabbit and deer took in their surroundings, seeing things they couldn't believe.
Control panel lights blinked on one wall; walls that were weird shades of brown
and red, covered in thick, ropey strands of something that also descend from the
ceiling. Several of them were suspending cylinders off the ground, while others
hung free, waiting to be used. It looked like something out of a horror
movie...
 
  Omega suddenly noticed Jannet grinning, her freckles slightly visible through
the white fur, and her panic gave way to confusion. "What's so funny?" she
asked, puzzled by her friend's reaction. The plants, as well, seemed a little
confused - they were used to more instinctual reactions from their prey and
having to restrain them lest they damage themselves. They wondered what was so
funny about the cargo bay...
 
  "Don't you get it! It's a Hallowe'en prank!" exclaimed the redheaded bunny.
"The Audrey lookalike plants, the weird looking movie set props, the whole
'sticky ropes from the ceiling'... Someone's just trying to get to us! We're
probably in the basement... Well this is one bunny who's not dumb - you aren't
fooling me, guys!" she shouted, rising to her feet. Unconsciously, her tail
wiggled with frustration, trying to put an end to the show.
 
  The aliens' lightly-shaded flowery heads could only stare at the bipedal
rabbit, totally lost at what she was talking about. Omega carefully rose up on
her own hooved feet, testing her balance. Trying not to risk taking a step, she
stood next to the busty bunny, thinking that her friend was missing a few key
details, like how and why they had been knocked out before being brought here -
or even how they were brought here, wherever here really was. For the things
surrounding them right now, the lack of any obvious seams or zippers on the
plants kind of made it hard for them to be costumes - and no visible strings
meant they probably weren't puppets, either.
 
  Most obvious of all was the fact that both she and Jannet weren't wearing
costumes any more; her fursuit was gone, somehow having been absorbed and turned
skin-tight, changing her into a real doe morph, while Jannet's human ears were
gone, her fake long ones and latex nose having become a working part of her
head. Each female now had their own tails as well, sticking out at the base of
their spines and between their buttocks. Just to be sure that it was genuine,
Omega reached out and squeezed the bunny's powderpuff tail.
 
  "Ow! Hey! What did you do that for?" cried the rabbit, her ears drooping.
 
  "Well, I hate to break it to you, but if that hurt, then that tail's real -
and you aren't wearing a fursuit, hon... yours is real now. And I don't think
these are our friends, either," said the doe, a hint of fear in her voice.
 
  The bunnygirl froze, mouth hanging open for a reply that never came as her
tongue flicked across enlarged front teeth which had never been there before...
The aliens, while amused by the banter from their prey, had brought them here
for a reason, and that wasn't being served by letting them run amok on the ship.
"Quiet, both of you!" exclaimed one of the crewmen taking charge, his words
forming telepathically in their minds as translated by the collar. The women
turned to stare again, the odd sensation of having its desired effect. "You 4,
grab the animals for final processing and porting!"
 
  Before they could turn to see which aliens were selected, the girls felt their
ears swivel to pick up shuffling noises from behind them. The 4 haulers
reached out for the captives, each one closing its tendrils around either
their paws or their feet, immobilizing the morphs on the spot. "Stop! Let us
go! You can't do this!! We're not animals, we're humans!! Help! Help!!!" cried
out the girls, hoping that something, anything, would stop the aliens advance as
they struggled to get free. Ignoring their protests, the four strong beings held
them in a grasp like a piece of wood, stretching out the furs on the floor in a
spread-eagle fashion, giving the group a fair view of their full bodies.
 
  The remaining crewmen took their time to examine the prey, slowly moving their
pods across the amply female forms, and the girls felt pangs of humiliation and
embarassment as they were freely felt up. The alien tendrils touched every part
of their bodies; from pinching and podding their ass and tit flesh and finding
them both to have a very large quantity of it, to lightly touching around the
edges of their larger ears a few times, to sliding down their tummys in search
of the animals' sex organs, the aliens ravished the women without even trying.
 
  As the ones that were examining Omega felt her over, they encountered her red
spandex jumpsuit which stood out starkly from her pure white fur. Two of the
aliens whispered to each other, before nodding in agreement over her. As the
doe looked up at them with a worried glance, the beings' tendrils snaked in and
around her apparel, winding between her breasts and down between her legs as it
wrapped it up in several places to get a better grip. "Oh, no, you can't!"
called out the deergirl as the alien branches pulled firmly on her top and
bottoms in opposite directions. The elastic suit stretched out on her body,
and the captive woman felt it tightening around her hips and chest as it did
so, before finally the seams began to give way. Her large ears went back on
her head as the stitching finally tore apart with several loud rips, leaving
nothing but tattered rags that were plucked from her now-naked body.
 
  The bunny next to her watched, wide-eyed, as her friend was stripped naked
in seconds by the alien tentacles. She wondered why they hadn't done the
same to the remains of her bunnysuit, looking over her own fine body. Then it
hit her: her suit was white and matched against her fur perfectly. These
aliens must not be able to see colour differences all that well... something
that might come in handy later on. Her own pair of handlers had stopped
briefly while the doe was being stripped, but with the show over, they went
back to examining the rabbit. Not wanting to give them any chance to strip
her too, Jannet squirmed and squealed, making it almost impossible for the
aliens to tell the difference between her clothes and her body.
 
  As the doe and rabbit thrashed about, 4 sets of magnetic shackles were brought
over. Held in the stiff alien grasp, the girls still grunted and struggled as
the plants slowly pulled their ankles and wrists closer together, until both of
their bodies were fully stretched out lengthwise, as if tied to a midieval rack.
The cuffs were tightly fastened to their extremities, with little consideration
given to their comfort. The bindings activated with a low hum and the girls
could feel an added resistance pushing them upwards, as if they weren't lying
on the floor any more.
 
  At last, the aliens released them and moved back slightly. Despite that,
the pair of captive girls found they still couldn't move; the cuffs alone had them
hovering off the floor, giving them nothing to push against. Their captors
seemed to enjoy the sight of their sexy, furry bodies stretched out and helpless
like this. One reached out, grabbing hold of Omega's tummy and slowly began to
spin her in place, giving her a couple of good rotations as if she was on a spit.
Her large tits shifted around on her body from the pull of gravity as she was
turned playfully.
 
  Before the crew could come up with any more fancy ideas, a group of porters
arrived to take the prey away. The bunny morph stayed facing up as they
approached, while the doe ended up face down with her jugs dangling beneath her,
nipples almost brushing against the floor. The new aliens went to work right
away, lowereing their transport-rods to the bound females' cuffs, lining them
up in a precise manner. Methodically, they matched the reverse polarity of the
magnetic shackles until the ends pulled towards one another, holding them in
place from either end without actually touching. With the doe and
bunny's restraints magnetically linked to the poles, the porters hefted their
meaty charges higher off the ground, making sure each girl was suspended
properly between the rods before beginning their trek.
 
  The morphs looked at each other, whimpering and sobbing as the aliens carried
them side by side from the cargo bay and into the ship's corridors. "What do
you think they want with us?" whimpered Jannet. "I wish I knew, hon... but I
don't think they're giving us much choice as to where we're going," replied the
deermorph. The girls shared a last fearful glance, sobbing as their helpless,
furry bodies hung between the magnetic rods, before the group of aliens split
up, each taking a femme in separate directions. They cried out to one another,
until the distance between them finally gave way to silence leaving each female
now very much alone in her captivity in the bowels of an alien vessel.
 
***************
 
  A pair of crewmen carried the swaying bunny morph towards the command deck of
the ship. Her heavy, "UCLA"-tattooed bosom and shapely buttocks only weighed her
down more between the poles, making her body rock from side to side constantly with
the shuffling motion of the alien plants. Frightened without her friend nearby,
she could only whimper, staring up at the ceiling as they carried her face-up to
who knew where... or why. Turning her head, she watched as other beings appeared
to track her as she was carried by them, their differently-coloured pastel bulbs
openning and closing silently as she passed, as if desiring her in some way.
Her porters stayed focussed on their job, not even trying to touch her helpless
body. No doubt they knew the kind of trouble they might get into if she was
delivered 'damaged.'
 
  Before long, they reached a small receiving room with minimal decor; only a
few lights were on, illuminating the center of the room where a large table was
hovering in mid-air with a large, silver platter atop it. The buxon bunny
squealed as the aliens hoisted her up higher just long enough to clear the edge
of the plate, before being lowered down onto it. As the girl was placed
carefully on the tray, she could feel the cold metal through her white fur and
felt her puffy tail pressing up between her sweet asscheeks. Breathing heavily
through her nose, she could smell something sweet in the room with her - but a
different sweetness than the pollen they'd used to drug her before.
 
  Her weight now safely on the table and platter, the beings deactivated the
carry-rods, giving her muscles a chance to rest from being stretched the
whole way. She saw one of her captors press a button on the plate's side, and
within a moment the magnetic cuffs were pulled again. This time, instead of
holding her tightly together, the shackles snapped into place at the corners of
the table, leaving her spread apart and exposed now between her legs. Glancing
around the room, Jannet tried to see what they were up to, hoping that they
wouldn't notice that her sex was moist after getting hot from being tied up so
much. Just thinking about being exposed and restrained was turning her on,
making her nipples grow larger, standing out clearly from her fur now and
pushing up against the underside of her garment - a side effect of her
bunny genes that she would never realize. Seeing two of the creatures
shambling back towards her, she tried to make out what was in their tendrils.
They each carried a pot of something spreadable on one side and what resembled
a spatula in the other. Her nose told her that was where the sweet smell
came from, but she still couldn't place it.
 
  The crewmen came at her from either side, ignoring her odd looks and moans.
Looking down at her lapine form, the bulbs pulled back in surprise. They had
been told that both captives had they outer layers removed, but the bumps on
the front of the female's chest told otherwise. As well, the crotch of her
bunny outfit had darkened from the moisture it absorbed, revealing that she
was still very much wearing something. Figuring that they had to do things
properly before proceeding, the two chefs put down their tools before turning
back to the shackled rabbit.
 
  Shaking her head, Jannet snapped out of her lustful daydream and back into
the moment, seeing the two ominous aliens hovering over her spread frame. Her
eyes went wide again as she realized they had caught on to her clothing,
their tendrils pressing firmly against her body from body sides, making
small shifts and tests, trying to figure out what was her natural fur and
what was the foreign material that they couldn't see.
 
  Working like blind men, the beings began to grasp large portions of her
flesh into their pods almost randomly across her torso, pulling back the
fabric from her heavy bosom and stomach before letting it snap back
against her. Methodically, they felt up her hefty thighs and calves, not
finding anything out of the ordinary there, or on her arms. Eventually,
they discovered the leg-holes at the bottom of her suit and held them up
to cast a shadow on her waistline, involuntarily making the joining piece
of material slide up and between her pussylips like a g-string. The
pressure against her clit make the rabbit quiver and gasp, as she tried
to wiggle her hips while still bound.
 
  Deciding this would be the easiest way to get rid of it, the chefs
each reached into the legholes and began to feel around. They could tell
there wouldn't be any more layers beneath it, feeling the heat radiating
from the lapine's body more intensely now. Slowly, they writhed their
tendrils up and across the rabbit's furry torso, pushing up every now and
then to get an idea of how much clothing was covering their prey, until
they bumped into her large tits. Playfully, they wrapped up each of her
mammaries with a few coils of their tendrils, squeezing them to try and
make the nipples stand out even more. The bound bunny couldn't resist,
pushing her back up as they milked her rosebuds to attention, blushing
deeply.
 
  Satisfied with her reaction, the beings loosened their grip, seeing that
they could make out the edge now of Jannet's suit, its low collarline
visibly standing out from her cleavage. Uncoiling their pods, they
reached up the full length of her sides, each one firming up his branch
to make the Playboy outfit stand out clearly on her form, from hips to
shoulders. Biting her lower lip with her buckteeth, the bunnygirl watched
nervously as one of the handlers raising a small box with a triangular end
up to the one of the shoulder straps. Pressing a button, a short laser
shot out, slicing the clothing in two and making Jannet yip. The box was
brought around to her other side and activated, cutting the second strap
without singeing even one strand of fur.
 
  Helpless to stop them, the rabbit stared on as the laser was brought
down to her chest and began to slice down the middle of her outfit. As
the beam moved further down her body, the pressure of the plants tendrils
pulled the suit wider as it split away down the centre, until her ample
tits popped free of the confining cloth, jiggling about for a moment
before coming to rest. Jannet shut her eyes as the rest of her clothing
was finally trimmed from her body, pulled out from under her and
discarded, leaving her completely naked at last, just like Omega had
been. Her vulva and nipples both stood out, an aroused, hot shade of
pink against the white backdrop that was her spread-eagled form. Her tattoo
was barely visible beneath the chestfur, the familiar UCLA letters crossing
her breasts only showing as a hint of blue, unrecognizable on the rabbit.
 
  Ready at last, the aliens dipped into the pots, each one pulling out a glob
of soft, sticky frosting and beginning to coat the woman's furred body with
it; one began working at her hips and down her legs, the other, dropping it
onto her taut belly before working up between her tits. The rabbit realized
they were coating her in icing, something that seemed to not get her fur matted
but was still being spread evenly across her like on a cake. They seemed to be
teasing her, as they ignored the spots on her body she wanted them to brush
across the most. The aliens, however, knew what they were doing, and waited
until most of her form was coated before starting on her pussy and tits at the
same time. Jannet moaned deeply as the being at her feet took its tool and
started to paint her pussylips with a warm, pink substance, pushing down hard
enough to spread them apart and even getting the flesh inside, making them look
full and appealingly obvious. Meanwhile, her enlarged boobs and sensitive
nipples were getting the same treatment by the other. It had grabbed a second
spatula and was covering them both at the same time with the pink frosting,
making them swell up, sticking out clearly from the white sheen around them.
Each one took its time, enjoying the sight of their subject writhing slightly
in her bonds from their attention.
 
  When they had finally finished basting the bunny morph from her eartips to her
feet and down her back, they put the cans aside. Blinking up at them, Jannet
was surprised when they turned off the anklecuffs and collar and removed them,
thinking maybe they finally wanted her to walk somewhere on her own. Instead,
one of the aliens grabbed her both her ankles and shifted her legs up so that
they were bent at the knees now, splayed wide apart leaving her coated box in
plain view. Its partner carried over a large, thick candle to the table
and placed it down against her pussy, coating its knobby base with some of
the frosting before pushing it into Jannet's cunt. Her ankles were pressed
together on either side of the tall pillar, as she felt the hard object held
in place, while her knees were brought together in front. When she tried to
part her limbs, however, she discovered the other effect of the frosting, as
it cemented them together.
 
  As her arms were pulled down from the other pair of shackles, she found she
couldn't bend them on her own any more - which didn't matter, as her captors
moved them up and in front of her body, slotting another two tall candles on
either side of her torso, before gluing her wrists up to her knees. The
effect make her tits even more pronounced, blossoming up from between her stuck
limbs. Jann looked on with an increasingly worried face, realizing they had
just turned her into a large, tightly-packaged lapine birthday cake for some
reason. Two more small, fat taper candles were placed on each of her pink,
heavily-frosted nipples, and pushed into the baste, their bases pressing down
firmly against her own buds.
 
  As she took in a deep breath, body oddly relaxed in this unusual bondage,
one of the aliens wrapped its tendril around her muzzle and tightly pulled it
closed, drawing a grunt of protest from the bunny. Its partner took a final
dollup of the baste and applied it in a couple of rings around her short muzzle,
sealing it shut but leaving her nose free so that she could still breathe.
A final candle was wiggled between her muzzlelips, a small amount of the sweet
baste applied around its base to help to glue it in her mouth. She stared up at
the taper's form, standing out from her body like a thick thermometer, as if
someone was taking her temperature. "MMMMMMPH! Mmm hmmmf!" she exclained, her
only protests muffled by being unable to open her muzzle at all.
 
  Satisfied that she was properly mummified in the frosting, the beings lit the
candles across her form. Within moments, the paralyzed rabbit could feel their
heat at the spots they had been placed, with her nipples and clit tingling from
the warm sensation. Unable to move her head to look, Jannet could hear
commotion behind her, a noise that sounded like several more of the beings
joining her handlers in the room with them.... She wondered if they were going
to divide her up amongst the crew, and a small shiver ran down her spine as she
waited helplessly. For the first time in a while, she also thought about Omega,
and wondered what was happening to her friend...
 
*************
 
  After parting ways, the doe had been brought to a more industrial part of the
ship, away from the fancier flight decks. The lighting wasn't as good, nor the
decor as fancy as where the lapine had been taken, though her captors carried
the cervid with equal efficiency. There were more aliens here, though most seem
too engrossed in their jobs to pay attention to the naked captive being carried
by, as if she was just another provision being carried on board. Omega
shuddered, wondering if that truly was how they saw her and Jannet.
 
  Her thought turned to belief, as the plants carried her swaying, arched form
into a chamber laid out with large metal cages. Openning one of the larger pens,
she was hauled inside before being lowered to the ground on her front. Instead
of only removing the poles, the beings remove her shackles entirely, leaving the
doe with nothing but the collar around her neck. She crouched down on the floor
as they left, shutting the door behind them with a loud clang. Thoughts of
trying to run past them had crossed her mind, but given how quickly she'd been
pinned in the cargo room, the deer doubted she'd get very far.
 
  Her pen was spacious - probably designed to hold more than one being, when
they were able to get them - but not really decorated. A soft, mossy bed was
pushed up against the far wall, and there appeared to be a small spigot that
dispensed fresh water with the touch of the only visible button. Studying the
door, it appeared to be magnetically sealed, just like her cuffs had been, with
no visible locking mechanism. Looking around the room, she could see crates of
supplies and a few other cages of various sizes, not to mention a rather large
'spice rack' of herbs on one wall. The middle of the room had a large, slightly
raised square platform on it, with no real markings on it. As she fiddled with
her collar, Omega rested on the bedding, having not much else to do as she
remained caged, not wanting to waste her time calling for help yet without
knowing where they had taken Jannet - or why.
 
********
 
  Jannet's fears of being devoured by all the aliens around her were lessened
when one of them began to push the table from behind, heading towards the second
door of the room. The door slid open with a whoosh, as the serving platter and
table floated effortlessly across the floor. The tray was brought into the next
room, which seemed like an office of some sort. In it was the captain of the
ship; unmistakable, given that he was slightly wider than all the other aliens
and his bulb was a deep, rich crimson instead of the softer tones the rest of
the aliens had. The crew congratulated him and cheered loudly in their own
language, using sounds and words the rabbit couldn't figure out. Looking up
at him, she saw his bulk resting at the end of the tray, staring back at her
folding body without eyes, but with his huge mouth open. The plant being moved
up next to her and Jannet braced herself in her bondage, eyes shutting tight,
expecting it to chomp into her. She heard the alien take in a deep breath,
and whimpered loudly into the hot candle stuffed in her mouth - only to have him
lean in and blow out all the candles across her body. Taking in her own deep
breath as more "cheer" erupted around her, the bunny relaxed for the moment,
thinking that perhaps the worst was over. Several of the handlers pulled the
hot tallow candles off her body, drawing a frustrated moan when they pulled
the large one from her box, feeling the void it left behind until her labia
sealed itself from the baste.
 
  The captain was pleased with his cake, never having seen one this shape
before. The crew explained it was made up of one of the aliens they'd taken
from the planet, and was meant entirely for him as his first gift. Openning his
maw in a wide grin, he reached out with large hands and pulled the tray closer
now, the threat of the candles gone, leaving only the frosted delight behind.
The bunny could do nothing to fight back, whimpering as she was held fast by
the icing at the mercy of the alien.
 
  The plant leader gingerly started by tasting the soles of her proferred
feet, seeing if they offered anything interesting for its palate. The rabbit
giggled slightly behind her gag, the alien's tongue tickling her toes. As
it moved on to her calves, the rabbit realized she could wiggle her toes
and feet slightly, as if the alien's saliva was slowly cleaning the frosting
from her body as it tasted her. No... it was cleaning it, just making it
liquid again, as she felt the sticky coating still covering her paws, soaked
into her fur.
 
  The captain, meanwhile, had worked down her thighs, and was holding her
legs up vertically now with her back still resting on the tray. Noticing
the red patch between two round globes, the plant bent in and tried the
flavour on her pussy flesh. The red frosting had extra seasoning added
to give it a hotter, cinnamon kick, much to the captain's delight. The
spicy heat rose up through the bunny's body, making her sex tingle with
delight. Hoisting up her legs a little higher so that her powerderpuff
tail was now in view as well, the being's tongue starting to work in
large swirls, mixing the white and red baste on her asscheeks and cleaning
them off with long, firm strokes, illiciting delightful moans from his
cake. He took his time, enjoying every lick of her nice, large haunches,
until most of the icing was gone or soaked into her skin.
 
  Wondering if there were any other tasty spots on this beast, the captain
turned her around, and instantly spotted the other red knobs, standing out
proudly on her mammaries, still framely by her arms linked to her knees.
Bending in close, it softed the link between her joints and pulled them apart.
Hoping that it would free her arms, Jannet's desire was dashed when the alien
simply pushed her wrists down again and firmed them up against her belly,
leaving her legs free to be moved in its grasp while her boobs were still
pushed up like an offering. Shifting its head sideways, it sniffed her front,
and smelled more of the wonderful spice, waiting to be devoured. Firming
up its grip on Jannet's ankles, the bunnygirl squealed into her gag as she was
hoisted upside-down off the table and suspended in front of the alien's
maw. Her red hair dangling down towards the floor, even as her arms remained
trapped against her tummy, the lapine girl's shock turned to pleasure as
the beast began to work over both her tits at once, lapping and suckling on
them earnestly, finding the mix of soft flesh and hot spice to be an
irresistable combination. Her swollen nipples attracted its attention, the
sensitive nubs getting extra attention.
 
  Gradually, she felt her body being lowered as the captain's mouth worked
down her front, nibbling and licking the icing from between her cleavage
down to her navel and then farther, slowly approaching her vagina.
Encountering her hands again, the being cleaned them off, causing her arms
to hang down towards the floor. Finally, with the path to her clit revealed,
the alien began to clean off the last of the cinnamon frosting, now mixed
with the bunny's juices. Curious, the plant took a few tentative licks
between her slit, brushing right across her clitoris and sending waves of
pleasure through her suspended body. Thinking that maybe the being would be
interested in keeping her as a sexual plaything instead of as a meal, she
waited hopefully for the leader to lick her muzzle clean, trying to think of
what she would say and hoping it would understand her.
 
  Unfortunately, she wouldn't get the chance to exploit this, as the captain
now realized what a tasty-sweet meat treat the bunny was under all that
frosting. She watched in horror as it brought her head to the edge of its maw
and sucked on it, closing the bulbs' petals around her to work the frosting off
her face and large ears. Without reopening its petals, the alien hefted her
upper torso inside his bulb, the flower sealing itself around her and suckling
all the sweet icing from her body, enjoying the sensation of her large tits
pressed against its sides.
 
  Jannet, finding herself uppper body free for the first time in a while, tried
to struggle and lash out at the pulpy sac around her, but to no avail. All she
was managing to do was turn herself on by brushing her nipples against the soft
insides of the alien's mouth. Slowly, the being began to gobble up more of her
body, bringing her ass and juicy pussy into the bulb, lapping up extra sweetness
from it. The captain's tongue went between her legs, coating itself in the
bunny's own nectar, lapping at her entrance and making her limbs part for it.
Feeling her labia plump up, ready to accept him, the plant's tongue pushed its
way inside of the bunny cunt, sticking in as deep as it could reach. The
inverted female moaned into the petals around her face, still trapped in the
maw but at least finding herself being satisfied in one manner.
 
  As it thrust in and out of her box, enjoying the slick, salty taste of
this morsel, the captain slowly shifted her around, lining up the bunny's ears
with its throat. Dazed from having her sex ravished by the alien, Jannet was
only weakly aware of its movements as she was rapidly being penetrated now,
the being somehow knowing where to find her g-spot and rubbing hard against
it, stretching her wide with its ministrations. The bunny's sex drive kicked
her hard as she came, almost growling as her wide hips bucked inside the
plant's mouth, juices spilling out and down her body, dribbling as far as
her tits as she orgasmed inside it. As it felt her whole body go rigid
inside himself, the captain pushed his tongue as deep into the rabbit as it
would go - and kept pushing, forcing her head and shoulders down into its
throat in one movement, as he finished eating up the rest of her, gobbling
her stiff legs into its mouth.
 
  Its craving for a sweet treat satisfied, the large plant gulped on her some
more, working the buxom bunny down its stem, feeling her nice curves bulging out
inside it. Jannet cried out, terrified and unable to move on her own as the
beings muscles pushed her further down. The gooey stem rippled around her
voluptuous body, taking its time to swallow her up, enjoying the stretched
feeling as her curvaceous form descended deeper into its body. The lapine's
mouth was visibly open as she tried to cry out for mercy from the hungry beast,
pushing hard against the sides of her confinement. After what seemed like an
eternity of being devoured, she felt some wiggle room up ahead for her ears...
 
  With a small amount of shock, she realized she was reaching the alien's
stomach as her head passed the entrance to it, trying to get a better look at
the slightly larger space. Her sweetened, greasy body kept sliding further down
into the being's belly, when she suddenly found herself stuck - her breasts were
too large to fit through the passage as it was now. They were squeezed and
flattened as much as the sphincter could manage, but her bulges remained too big
to pass through.
 
  Feeling the sudden indigestion within him, the captain rose up and pushed
himself up vertically, standing as tall as he could while relaxing his digestive
tract. Squealing as the muscles around her shifted and moved against her, the
bunny popped free from the stem and slid fully into the alien's stomach
face-first and upside down.
 
  With some effort, she was able to turn over in the relative darkness, cocooned
up within the being's digestive tract. Taking a moment to breathe, she tried to
calm her nerves. The plant's belly surrounded her, its walls like spandex -
elastic, but still tight and form-fitting against her juggy body. She could
feel the aliens juices dripping down onto her fur from above, soaking into her
wet fur. The whole passage was warm and humid, feeling a bit like being trapped
inside a greenhouse but not uncomfortable. Settling into a comfortable
position, Jannet closed her eyes and began to touch herself between her legs,
one paw fondling a very erect nipple, the thought of living out her fantasy of
being consumed like this turning her on. Her own wetness mixed with the slick
fluids around her, and she squirmed and struggled with her hips and legs,
getting off on the tight space that held her; that would digest her hot, meaty
lapine body slowly. Lost in the rush of being a consumed furry bunny at last,
her mind drifted away from its very real predicament, instead wondering what her
dear - and now deer - friend was doing, hoping she was enjoying herself just as
much...
 
********
 
  The doe had drifted off into a light sleep as best she could on the moss, the
humming of the nearby engine room droning on and almost putting her out, when
she heard someone shuffling into the stock room. The ambling alien stirred the
femme from her rest, and she slowly rose and lay on her side, watching out from
between the bars to see what it was up to. She could hear the tail end of a
conversation on its radio piece...
 
  "...so I think the other one will be just as good as the first. Prepare her
immediately any way you choose and let me know when it is ready." "Yes, sir,"
replied the crewman, turning it off before moving farther into the room. For
the moment, it ignored the cages, moving about the far side of the room
gathering... things. With its bulk in the way, the doe was unable to figure out
what
 
  To her shock and amazement, a large, lipped pot appeared out of thin air on
the platform. It was unremarkable aside from two features: it was a
non-reflective dark metal, and it was large enough to fit Omega entirely - and
then some! Terrified at the thought, the deer tried to scramble onto her hooves
and into the back of the cage. Hoping that it hadn't seen her yet, she grabbed
the mossy bedding and hid under it, hoping it masked her scent too. She stilled
her breathing, trying to make as little movement as possible to not attract
attention. Her ears could hear the alien getting closer to the cage... then
stopping right outside it.
 
  The alien peered into the cage where it had been told the other meat animal
was being kept, but couldn't see anything at the moment. Inspecting the door to
the cage, it seemed intact, as did all the bars. The alien slid open the grill
and went inside the cage, taking a slow, methodical look around. Looking hard
at the bedding, he could see a bit of a white tail sticking out - one that its
owner barely knew it had. Not wanting to risk getting hurt if the beast decided
to do something rash, the captor backed out of the cage to handle things in a
different way.
 
  "I know you're in there, and that you can hear me... come out now and behave,
or I'll have to force you out. The captain doesn't like to be kept waiting, you
know," commanded the plant-being, frustrated by this setback. This meat was
supposed to be intelligent - so why was it trying to hide so poorly. When the
bedding didn't move, the crewman took matter into his own hands. Adjusting the
controls, he activated the collar around Omega's neck. Too late she noticed the
red glow, before a painful shock went through her system, making her jump and
scattering the hay everywhere. In a second, it was over, but the memory
remained. Her fur, nipples and ears were standing on end, as she lay on the
hard floor. The alien looked down at her, "Get up and follow me, or next time
it'll be worse."
 
  Not wanting to find out what 'worse' was, the cervid slowly got up on her
hooves and walked out of the cage. The bulbous head nodded in the direction of
the platform, and Omega knew without asking what was expected of her. Trembling,
she slowly approached the cauldron and looked inside, seeing it partially filled
with water. The chef motioned her over to a small square platform with a red
circle in the middle next to the pot. As she walked onto it, the beast commanded
her, "Kneel on that spot, and cross your arms beneath your chest."
 
  Getting down on all four hooves like a common deer, the frightened girl rested
back on her haunches and waited, her prominent chest heaved upwards with her arms
under it as she tried to remain at least somewhat calm. Studying a small readout
next to the platform, the creature entered the results into its computer. "Mmm,
that's a perfect weight for this recipe. You're just heavy enough to satisfy its
requirements. Let's see how the rest of you fares... Don't worry, this won't
hurt - I'm just going to measure you," said her captor, as it took a pair of
calipers from a tray. Carefully, it used the pincer-like device to measure the
size of the doe's breasts, closing them enough to get through the fur and squeeze
her tit-meat as much as it could. The being repeated the process on her upper
arm, her thigh, and her buttocks, each time noting down the thickness of her meat
in that area.
 
  "Stand up and spread your legs... there's one last thing I need to check," came
the order. Pushing herself back to all fours before figuring out how to get back
on her hooves, the doe once again made herself vertical. Leaning against the
edge of the cauldron, she splayed her legs as much as she dared without losing
her balance. Without a word, the plant's pods came up between her legs from
both sides and began to inspect her there. The one by her buttocks tested the
firmness of her backside by trying to push apart her globes as much as it could,
judging the resistance to its intrusion. The one by her cunt had openned up and
was holding her labia wide apart. Using one of its tendrils, it began to stroke
between her pussylips, playing with the doe's clit and poking up inside her,
causing her body to react against her will. As Omega became more and more turned
on, she felt herself getting wet and weaker in the knees, breathing slightly more
sharply. The chef, however, cared little about her needs, instead using this as a
gauge of how sexually active she could be - and from the looks of it, this species
very much enjoyed being toyed with and penetrated.
 
  Content that it had all it needed to make the perfect dinner, the crewman
removed its tendrils from her sex and grabbed both her wrists firmly. Still
recovering from the moment of bliss, the doe was unable to put up a fight as
they were lifted high above her head. Hauling her off the ground, Omega found
herself carried above the rim of the pot and dangling over its contents, legs
waving back and forth, her ass and tits jiggling as she hung there in the beings
grasp.
 
  With her in position, the chef began to lower the doe into the cool water,
feeling it soaking into her white fur for the first time ever. The cauldron was
more than large enough to fit her entire body in, so the alien pushed her down
inside it, keeping only her neck and head above water, until she was fully
crouched inside it. The doe's eyes were scared as she looked up at the plant
and her ears flickered nervously, wondering just how far they would take this -
positive she wouldn't like it one way or another.
 
  The doe could only sit there and watch as the alien chef began to pull apart
different plants, dropping them into the broth with her. Then she realized that
she recognized all the vegetables being tossed in with her... apparently, they
had brought back more than just animals, but also local plants as well - maybe
to give their meal a more 'localized' flavour. As large potatoes and chunks of
celery were tossed into the cauldron, Omega's huge breasts floated in the water,
gathering some of the leafier produce as it fell.
 
  The plant being stopped abruptly, and seemed to stare at the mixture for a
moment, eyeing Omega's body beneath the produce-filled water. "Hmmm... I think
I need to see your body again, to get this right... stand up in the pot and
present yourself," it ordered.
 
  "What if I don't want to?" said Omega, unsure if talking to the plant would
help her at all. "What if I don't want to help you prepare me like food?"
 
  "You are supposedly an intelligent species," replied the alien, "so let me
test that... what happens with electricity in water? Or have you forgotten the
corrective shock I gave you earlier already?"
 
  A shiver ran done the doe's spine, making her whimper. Slowly, she placed her
hands on the edges of the cauldron and pulled herself up to attention, water
dripping off her matted white fur. The alien took some time to size her up,
examining her nice, full ass, her thick cuntlips and shapely haunches, its
fronds taking the time to fondle her entire form, making sure to cup both her
breasts in its tendrils, pods going directly over the erect nipples to judge
just how large and meaty they really were - sizing up how much was fat and how
much was meat. The doe's cheeks flushed red from the humiliation of being
treated like this. "Hmmm... You're definitely a great catch. A fully
developped rabbit like you, I think, deserves a well-packed and seasoned stew,
which should then be allowed to simmer... I know a great recipe that should
please him."
 
  "Hey! I'm no rabbit!" protested the girl, her shame replaced with indignity.
"I'm a deer, can't you tell?"
 
  "A what? I don't know what you're trying to pull, bunnygirl, but you aren't
getting out of this that easy - I know what you are. Just look at those ears
and that stubby, puffy white tail on your tender backside," replied the chef, pointing
out her features, going so far as to actually pull on her tail. "Those are just
like the other one we caught, and the system said she was a rabbit."
 
  "But she's not supposed to be a rabbit, and I'm not supposed to be a deer!"
pleaded the doe. "We're humans, something just...happened to us. You can't eat
me!"
 
  "Are you saying that those breasts of yours aren't supposed to be that big?"
it taunted. "Or that this curvy body and nice, hefty ass of yours is a mistake?
Call yourself whatever you want, I don't care - with meat like that on you,
you're still the one ending up in my pot, bunny. You can either obey me and
I'll be nice - or I'll make sure that collar is well-used before you're cooked
anyways. It can do more than just shock you."
 
  The deermorph was about to protest again, but the plant's scolding got to
her... What if it took away her free will? Then she'd never be able to escape or
find Jannet. Meekly, she nodded, "Alright... I'll be good. What do you want me
to do?"
 
  "That's better," said the chef, pleased to have things under control again.
Pulling the basket of ingredients closer, he pulled out a couple of shakers.
"Push your tits up towards me, as far as you can. Make them look scrumptuous
for me."
 
  Sliding her paws beneath the furry mounds, Omega hoisted her mammaries up and
away from her body, her fingers surrounding her nipples. As the cook began to
sprinkle herbs and spices onto them, the doe blushed fiercely, embarassed at
feeling her teats growing hard from the thought of being made to pose like this
for her captor. Her tits were coated with a mixture of red and green herbs,
sticking to her wet fur in a random pattern. Taking out a basting brush, the
cook dipped it into a jar of some red sauce, applying two heavy coats directly
to the doe's pink nipples, leaving them with a hot, tingling sensation.
 
  "That should do it for your front. Now, for the other side; lean far over the
edge of the pot. Present that pussy and ass of yours to me and stay there until
I move you!" barked the alien. Using the rim to hold herself with, the doe
turned until she was facing away from her tormenter. She bent down as far as
she could, breasts hanging over the rim but still coated in herbs, her plump ass
and pussylips coming into view. She heard the shakers being emptied over her
buttocks, seasoning her well. The basting brush touched her again, this time
stroking up and down her cuntlips, leaving the same tingling feeling as on her
nipples. The brush pushed itself between them and she moaned, realizing that it
was a ginger glaze being applied to vulnerable parts of her flesh, sending a
delicious, natural heat to her clit. Her cunt had become very wet from the
rough treatment, and parted easily as the chef worked her over until it was
slick on the outside with the sauce. She felt some sort of tube pressed inside
her sex, as more of the ginger glaze was squirted up inside her body, coating
her box fully with the tender spice and making her even slicker.
 
  Satisfied with the seasoning, the being reached into the basket and pulled out
an item in each pod, hiding them from her view. She didn't have to wait long,
as the deer captive felt a very large cucumber being pressed between her legs,
slowly but persistently being inserted deeply into her cunt. Omega grimaced at
first as she was violated by the vegetable being forced deeper and deeper inside
her. The chef took his time, not wanting to tear anything inside her, slowly
working the vegetable in and out of her hole, sending waves of pleasure through
her body. Eventually, the cook was able to fill her up completely, stuffing the
cucumber in as far as it would go. The doe's mouth openned and she moaned from
the wonderful sensation, totally forgetting her surroundings for a moment.
 
  Taking advantage of the meat's relaxed distraction, the alien's second pod
came up and clamped around her open muzzle, startling her out of her lustful
daze. She felt her teeth break the skin on a large fruit as it was shoved
deeply into her muzzle, and the taste of apple juice spilled down onto her
tongue as she was garnished and gagged at the same time. Confident that it was
in firmly enough, the cook pulled back its tendrils and looked over the meat
with a professional gaze. The doe's body was coated in fragrant herbs and
spices, its tail-end stuffed with a cucumber between her legs, her muzzle
garnished with the large red fruit that was in deep enough to ensure that she
wouldn't be able to spit it out easily past her teeth - or use her mouth to get
into mischief. The female whined, beginning to feel very much like she was
about to become cooked venison, no matter what the plant thought she was. Her
final protests were muffled by the gag and totally ignored by her captor.
 
  Satisfied with how the meat was stuffed, he pushed down on her shoulders,
guiding the seasoned female back into the stew until once again, only her head
and upper chest remained visible. Grabbing a couple of large herb shakers from
the tray, it began to spritz them across the doe's head and shoulders for one
last touch. The mix of fragrant herbs stuck to her wet fur easily, as more was
added to the broth itself. If the plant could be said to smile, it was doing it
now as it took time in slowly stirring the mixture together around her. Looking
down past her gagged muzzle as best she could, Omega could see the mix of greens
and reds across her white tits, her nipples standing out firmly in the water.
Several times, the being brought the big paddle up and dumped some of the broth
over her head, making her ears go back to avoid getting water in them.
 
  Her bosom was still bouyant, and a lot of the herbs rested on her chest, the
fresh scent mixing with the smell of the apple in her nose, giving off a
delicious aroma. She whimpered, realizing how tasty it was making her. More
vegetables were tossed in with her - hunks of carrot and lettuce fell in,
splashing up water and seasoning onto her face, filling up the pot around her
and making the water rise slightly. The alien had filled the stewpot so fully
that the doe found herself trapped inside it, held in the middle by the food
packed around her.
 
  Then she noticed that the water wasn't rising just because of the extra
ingredients... it was starting to heat up! When she had been forced back into
the pot, the alien must have turned on the heating element as well. She could
feel the bottom of the metal beginning to grow a little uncomfortable, but it
wasn't burning her yet. It was, however, obviously enough to start the water
going. "MMMMMMMMPPHH!!! Ymmmm cnnt emffff mmmm!!" she tried to cry out, hoping
to do anything to avoid becoming stew, still trying to convince the chef that
she didn't deserve to be eaten.
 
  The chef barely seemed to acknowledge her now, seeing her as just another
ingredient for the meal. Instead, the chef adjusted the heat, deciding that
this would be a dish best slow-cooked which meant lower heat, lots of
ingredients, covering it up and leaving it for a while. Adding a couple of more
dashes of spices to the broth, the plant dipped its paddle back into the water.
Omega watched as it scooped out a laddle full of the stew and tasted it,
smacking its lips as if the mixture of her and the ingredients floating and
packed around her tasted good. The being tapped the side of the pot three
times, and the cover rose up from the sides, sealing itself above the doe's
head. With that, it wandered off to find the captain to inform him of the good
news about his dinner, leaving Omega alone in the cauldron.
 
  The water around her was hot, but not unbearable - something she was grateful
for, though she could feel the large amount of produce that was around her body
starting to cook, keeping her quite immobile in the middle of the pot as the
stew steamed around her, becoming slowly infused with her flavour. Unable to do
anything else at the moment as she slowly boiled in the cauldron, Omega wondered
what had happened to Jannet, hoping her friend had somehow managed to get away,
unsure if she would ever see her again...
 
**********
 
  Jannet still couldn't believe the situation she was in. The leader's stomach
was large enough that she wasn't being crushed by it yet, but was slick with his
digestive enzymes, making her slosh and roll around as the being moved about.
Whatever they were, they didn't work very quickly and she was happy for that.
Her 'paws' were tingly from the touch of the stuff, as were certain other
sensitive areas of her body, including between her legs and on her large,
sensitive nipples. Her nose kept twitching and scrunching up, the smell sharp
and less than appealing - a far cry from the sweet, honeyed nectar that had
enticed her before.
 
  The dream of finally being swallowed whole by plant beings had come true for
her in a very real way. She was pleased how she could still breathe, since the
plant still seemed to work like one from Earth in some way, generating enough
oxygen to keep her alive and letting in enough light to be able to see slightly.
Her furry body was all coated in green goo now, giving her the look of a rabbit
that had been freshly basted with mint jelly, though she could see the ooze
slowly beginning to work on her fur. The captain's passage had her wrapped up
tight like its proper meal, its membrane continuing to restrict the freedom of
her arms or legs.
 
  Realizing that, the bunny began to freak out a bit, now wanting the dream to
end! Being eaten in fantasy was one thing, but this time if it happened she
wouldn't get to do it again. Trying to grab hold of anything, the rabbit
squirmed and twisted as best she could, her wide hips and big chest making it
difficult to roll over. She pushed out with her feet, but the spongy interior
only soaked up her movements, her shapely legs rubbing against one another.
Remembering she looked like a bunny now, she twisted and slid a hand up to her
mouth, and felt two large incisors at the end of her muzzle. Thinking back
about how rabbits eat plants, the lapine girl openned as wide as she could and
twisted her head, trying to stab into the thick membrane with her teeth.
 
  Feeling the ooze drip down onto her tongue as she tried to get some leverage,
the bunny retched, throwing back her head in disgust against the slimey wall
behind her. Unable to spit, she scraped her tongue against the bottom of her
teeth, to clean the goo from it. As the foul taste subsided, she sighed,
looking up at the hole where the stem connected to the belly - giving her
another idea.
 
  Desperate now to do anything to get out of the plant's innards, Jannet
focussed on the openning above her. Shifting her feet around until they were
heel-to-heel, she started to wiggle and rock her hips and tail, trying to make
the belly tighter around her. Sensing resistance, it obliged and gripped onto
the busty female even more closely, forming up almost skin-tight against her
like a vacuum sac. Pushing with her feet as hard as she could, the rabbit
managed to move her slick body up by about an inch, lifting her closer to the
exit. The organ's grip on her was quite strong, but it also gave her something
to push her weight against. Eyes trained on her destination, the coated female
hoped her captor wouldn't realize what she was trying.
 
  Indeed, the captain was enjoying the feeling of his treat moving around inside
him, patting his digestive pod contentedly and knowing that soon he would get to
try something else that his chef was preparing. He could feel the bunnygirls
nice curves inside him, guessing she had a lot of meat on her form when he
swallowed her up. He could even tell that she was trying to escape by pushing
her way up and out of him, and he toyed with her by letting her gain some
ground, waiting for the right moment to stop...
 
  The lapine girl had managed to get her head up to the base of the stem
connection and was starting to get tired. While the rabbit's body had strong
legs and feet, she was still pushing hard against a very elastic substance -
that meant that she had to push even harder to gain enough ground. That, and
having to overcome the grip that the stomach had her in hadn't been easy
either... Having her head almost free had been a ray of hope and gave her just a
bit more drive to get out of here now. Giving a hard shove, she hoped to clear
her chest past the edge - then, she could bring her arms up and figure something
out, instead of having them pinned at her sides.
 
  Unfortunately, as she tried to get her mammaries past the openning to the
stem, she encountered the same problem as when she had been gulped - namely, her
tits didn't want to fit in. Rubbing and twisting her torso, she tried to get
her mounds as slick as possible, hoping that would help to grease the way to
freedom. The captain, however, chose then to have other plans with her; quickly
shifting the grip inside him, he grasped Jannet by the neck and shoulders,
tightening the stem around her upper body while at the same time allowing his
stomach to expand completely. The bunny screamed as she was held, flailing her
dangling legs as wildly as she could, paws visibly struggling but barely able to
move.
 
  The alien held her like this for some time, her thrashing giving it its own
pleasurable feelings. As the animals struggles slowed, then stopped, it shifted
again and let the bunnygirl slide back down into its tummy, firming up its
membrance tight against her again as a lesson about trying to escape. The
captive alternately moaned, sobbed, and pleaded through the stomach walls
holding her, hoping that she could get through to the plant that she's not meant
to be eaten... Or hoping that someone, anyone, maybe even Omega, would hear and
rescue her before she was fully digested...
 
*******************
 
  Omega's whimpers had lessened as she cooked, the hot steamy air making it
difficult to breathe. Her skin was turning quite pink beneath her fur from the
hot water and vegetables cooking all around her. She was just wondering if she
would ever see outside the pot again, when suddenly she heard three knocks on
the side of the cauldron. Snapping out of her daydream, hope flooded her that
it was Jannet who had come to rescue her from becoming dinner.
 
  Hope changed to despair, as the lid retreated and revealed only the chef
plant, who had returned to check up on his meal. She looked up at him with
pleading eyes, the large fruit still wedged tightly in her jaw, but again she was
ignored. "Get up, and hold your tits up with your paws so that they don't slosh
back into the water," was its command. The doe rose up in the pot as she was
told, hefting her bosom up so that her nipples pointing straight outwards and
away from the hot liquid, her white body covered in bits of herb or vegetable
matter even as the water poured back down her furry form, carrying her flavour
back into the broth that she had been simmering in.
 
 The laddle was dipped into the stew and she saw the being savour its taste,
as if slowly considering its contents. "Hmmm... Something seems missing," it
said. "Aha, of course!" Reaching over to the preparation tray, the cook removed
a large peppermill grinder. Twisting the end over the doe's shoulders and chest,
she smelled the spice being ground all over her body to give the stew more of
a bite. Wriggling about a bit, she tried to avoid any of it falling on her,
but the plant's persistence paid off and managed to get a good quantity across
her form as well as in the soup.
 
 When the cook shook it over her head, Omega sneezed, expelling the apple from
her mouth. As it landed across the room, the doe took her chance to speak up
again. "Watch where you're spilling that, buddy! Get me out of here, I'm not
meammmmmMMMPHH!" snapped the deer, before a fresh apple was wedged even harder
into her muzzle. "That's enough out of you, rabbit! I'm the chef on
this ship, and I know what the captain likes," replied the alien, pushing her
gagged form back into the water. The being quickly spooned several laddlefuls
across her head and chest, soaking her down anew as she glared at him over the
gag for being called a rabbit again.
 
  Content with the meal the way it was now, the final dash of spice having been
added, the chef once again closed up the cauldron, leaving Omega trapped alone
in the dark, steamy container. Sliding away to a nearby table, he went to make
arrangements to teleport the entire meal at once to the ship's main dining
chamber and to inform the captain that his meal was nearly ready. With the
message received, he signaled the operations officer to perform the inter-ship
transport.
 
  Omega, oblivious to this in her confined prison, still slowly cooked in her
own juices, the full cucumber inside her pussy feeling like the warmest,
thickest, deepest dildo she'd ever have used on her. Stewing in the hot water,
she could feel it across all her body, enjoying the heat as it climbed up the
phallic vegetable. After a while, she tried rocking back and forth, trying to
get off on the garnish inside her, enjoying the small waves of pleasure that it
gave her, taking her mind off of her situation.
 
  Her minor pleasure was short lived, as suddenly every tip of fur on her body
began to stand on end, like she had been given another of the strong static
shocks. Her eyes grew panicked with fear as the feeling grew stronger, afraid
that the alien was going to electrocute her to cook her meat faster. But
no...something was different...she could feel it surrounding her, feel it on
each ingredient in the pot with her. Within seconds, her vision was filled with
a blinding white light,while her ears were filled with a loud humming. The
second she dematerialized from within the kitchen room, her entire body felt as
if it were being yanked by a giant bungee cord, though she still couldn't move
at all.
 
*******
 
  A second later, the feeling passed; the light faded quickly, the humming all
but gone, and her body still surrounded by vegetables soaking in hot broth. She
shook her head, trying to get her bearings on what just happened - and was
shocked to realize she could move! Pulling one furry arm up above water, she
twisted it around, turning it this way at that. With some effort, she was able
to get her other one free from where it had been pinned by several hunks of
potato, slowly shifting the contents of the pot until she was more comfortable.
The heat had died down as well below her, now being just enough to keep the
contents of the cauldron warm. Whatever had happened, when it finished it had
made the contents of the pot shift around, giving her enough room to move around
inside it. Cautiously, she leaned up to the side; the red jeweled collar around
her neck no longer glowed. Wherever she was, it seemed to have deactivated the
slave collar on her as well. Maybe they thought she'd already been fully
cooked, and wouldn't need to be restrained any more... Maybe this would be her
chance to escape! Pressing one ear against the side of the pot, she listened
carefully, trying to hear what was going on outside.
 
  Silence. The loud hum of the engines no longer filled the space she was in.
No shuffling noises from anything weird. No whimpers or crying of other
captives. Puzzled, the deer's curiousity got the better of her, making her want
to see what was going on out there. Hoping the pot couldn't tell dinner from
diner, she knocked three times against the side, just like she had heard the
alien doing. The simple cooking cauldron, receiving its command, complied; the
lid slid open, revealing a completely different room than the one she had just
been trapped in.
 
  Peering cautiously over the edge, the doe took a quick look around before
determining that she was truly alone. Unsure where they had taken her, but
having a pretty good idea as to why, she stood up from the stew, stretching her
lithe body out. Grabbing hold of the apple in her jaws, the cervid pulled it
out, followed (almost reluctantly) by the cucumber in her twat. Dropping both
into the pot below her, the deer girl braced herself on the edge of the cauldron
and climbed over, landing on her hooved feet. Using it for support, she quickly
learned that her feet were still shaped enough like human ones that walking
wasn't going to be much of a challenge, with her shapely legs and meaty rump
still well suited for it. Her nude body was covered in the stew's juices, no
doubt flavouring her down to the skin through her fur, but that was the least of
her worries. Hopefully, these plants didn't have the ability to track her by
smell.
 
  With that, the naked, busty doe headed straight for the first door she could
see. Worried that it would be locked, she was thrilled as it whisked itself
open as she approached. Moving quickly out into the hallway, just in case it
decided to close and trap her in the dining room, she took a look around.
Moving slowly at first down the hall, ears swivelling constantly, Omega was
amazed as how much more she could hear and hoping that would be enough to get
her to someplace safe and away from her captors, where she could...do....
something. The alien technology and design, while weird patterns of browns and
greens and reds, still seemed basic enough for her to be able to get around in.
She hadn't seen any odd scanners or even cameras, as she explored her nearby
surroundings.
 
  Hiding in a small alcove, she had to admit, she felt no farther ahead than
when she left the room. Ducking from a few aliens, she had tried to head away
from any loud sounding-areas, afraid she wouldn't hear an alien sneak up on her;
a strategy that was slowly leading her in the direction of the bridge. Uttering
a small sigh, she stopped to think about what to do next. "Ok," she thought,
"my first priority should be to find Jannet... two heads are always better than
one, and I could really use her help right now..."
 
*********
 
  As if on cue, she heard something in the distance. It was a soft whimpering -
someone pleading in a voice that didn't sound like the aliens' speech. Her
hopes high, she prayed that the deer she had become was fleet enough on her feet
to be able to run quickly in case they hit trouble. Omega made a mad dash,
focussing both her tall ears on the soft mewls, hearing the shuffling sounds of
only one alien in the same direction. Figuring she'd be able to take it by
surprise from behind, the doe grabbed a metal tray from a table along her route,
she moved as quickly as she could, wondering just what they were doing to
Jannet.
 
 Closing in now, the deermorph raised the tray above her head as she ran around
the corner, ready to confront.... the largest alien she'd ever seen. The
captain, having received his chef's approval to go and enjoy the dinner he'd
prepared, was on his way to the dining room. Standing like the proverbial deer
caught in the headlights, Omega froze, eyes going wide. The large flower looked
down at her, confused as to who or what she was. It took in a breath of the air
around them, absorbing in the flavour emminating from the slick juggy female.
The bulb licked its chops, taking a guess at what it had found. "Oh! You must
be my dinner! Why are you roaming the hallways?" it said, with a puzzled tone.
"Oh, I get it... you're my other gift: dinner meat that comes to you! I like
your species, if this is how you all behave." Not wanting to turn aside his
meal, the crimson bulb openned wide and reached out with his long arms to grab
hold of the delectable doe it had encountered.
 
  Dropping the tray, the deer girl spun on her hooves, trying to get away.
Unfortunately, while she could run straight without a problem in this new body,
she hadn't tested her balance for turning, and the shift of her tits as she
turned made her lose her balance. With a thud, her feet went out from under her
and the doe's body fell straight to the floor. The alien species demonstrated
its agility once again, as the girl's feet quickly found themselves tightly
wound in its long, leafy tendrils, pulling them together. Omega scrambled
against the floor, tough nails trying hard to find something to grab and pull
herself away with. The floor, however, was designed for beings that slide
around instead of step, with no bumps or raised edges.
 
  Desperate, the deermorph grabbed the tray she had dropped and tried to hit the
plant on its arms, hoping to hurt it and make it let her go. Having no
sensation like the mammals, the captain barely noticed the blows except as an
annoyance. Sprouting another pair of tendrils, it used them to grab hold of her
wrists, shaking them until the plate fell from her hands. "No!" she protested
as her wrists were pulled behind her back, arms wrapped up to the elbow, keeping
her quite immobilized on the floor. With her arms and ankles bound together,
she lay there on the floor with her chest pushed out, shouting, "Let me go!
Where's Jannet? What have you done with her?"
 
  The bunny morph, meanwhile, had heard the noise outside of the plant's belly,
but wasn't able to see anything through its skin. Most of her fur had melted
away, leaving her busty form all pink and hairless. The UCLA tattoo on her
chest had remained, and was visible once more, though she feared no one else
would ever see it... Hearing her friend's voice, however, gave her a moment of
hope. "Omega?! I'm here! I'm still alive but its eaten me whole!" she cried
out, hoping that her words could escape the membrane surrounding her. "You've
got to get out of here, I'm trapped inside its gut! Get away while you can!"
 
  "I can't!" replied the cervid, in a panicked voice. "It's got me tied up with
vines, and it's pulling me in! I can't get away!" The captain, ignoring the
pleas of both of his dinners, lowered his massive flowerbulb down closer to the
floor. Pulling in the deermeat wasn't too difficult with her bound properly;
her slick, well-seasoned, juicy body slid easily across the floor towards its
waiting jaws, each nipple leaving an individual streak behind. Within moments,
the alien commander had her feet up and inside its mouth, slurping them up in a
second. Once they were fed into its digestive tract, some of the tendrils
withdrew, the muscles of its own stem now holding her legs together. "Ahhhh!
It's got my legs in its mouth! It's going to swallow me whole!!! What should I
do??" cried the tasty deer.
 
  "I have an idea..." replied the trapped bunnymorph. "Wait until it lets go of
your hands, and when it does, try punching it in the mouth! I was swallowed
headfirst, so couldn't do that - but you might be able to!"
 
  The idea was crazy, but they were both desperate. Taking its time, the chief
plant enjoyed the savory flavours of venison and vegetables and herbs that he
was eating, as it took Omega's thighs, and then hips, into its throat.
Satisfied that the rest of this beast was ready to be gulped, it raised itself
up high again, until its stem was vertical, with Omega pointing up and out from
it, head almost hitting the ceiling above her. She looked around, wondering
what it was doing, arms still firmly bound behind her back. The two vines
holding them formed a large loop off to either side, and she watched, helpless,
as the large fronds of the mouth closed up around her. The arms released their
grip on the doe and slid out of its mouth. Unfortunately, the deer wasn't able
to bring her fist around in time as the hot, pulpy interior of the plant pressed
firmly against her on all sides, tasting her entire body at once. The face of
the doe was visible through the petals pressed so firmly against her that she
felt like she couldn't breathe or even open her mouth, as if mummifying her in
place. The petals brushed across her sensitive nipples and clit, enjoying the
little jolts of reaction that they produced, making this a very exciting,
squirmy meal. "Omega?!" called out the rabbit, unsure why she couldn't hear
anything. "Omega, what's happening?!"
 
  Pleased with just how the meat had turned out and wanting to savour both of
the exotic animals together, the captain relented on his taste test, and began
to work its stem until the busty doe was slowly forced down its passage, unable
to fight it as her tummy, then tits and arms, then neck, and finally her head,
were swallowed up. The bunny morph, still unsure of the final outcome, could
feel her captor shifting around, its stomach expanding a bit around her.
Without much warning, the aperture above her spilled out more digestive fluid
down across her body, making her freshly slickened. Within moments, a pair of
white, hoofed feet and legs appeared, quickly followed by the rest of her
friends' furry white body which slid into place next to her, making for a very
tight fit. Omega's chest mashed up against Jannet's as the walls tightened
around them until both of their naked bodies were pressed very tightly against
each other, as if wrapped up in a warm, wet blanket.
 
  The doe looked down into the bunny's eyes, and they both shared the same
thought - that they were meat now and nothing more. Seeing how her fur had
dissolved, the pink-skinned bunny looked almost like her old human self, with
the tattoo and freckles more clearly visible on her glistening flesh; with her
teats and pussy all shiny and slick, she looked as if she'd been oiled up for
some fun as a well-basted rabbit, waiting to be cooked. Omega could feel her
hot, lapine pussy rubbing against her own thigh as their legs intertwined
together. Jannet, on the other hand, took in the sight of the naked doe,
feeling her large rump and tail with her trapped hand. Having the deer's tits
pressed up against her own excited her, enjoying the feeling of their whole
bodies rubbing together in the tight passage. The doe's pink skin was visible
beneath the slick white fur and the bunny's nose wiggled at the delicious aroma
of stewed venion Omega was giving off. Realizing that they had just sized up
how tasty the other was, the girls blushed deeply, sobbing in the belly of the
beast.
 
  Not content with only having devoured the tasty meat, the captain proceeded on
to the dining room, ignoring the moans and pleas coming from inside him as the
girls' bodies rubbed together and sloshed about as he moved. Finding the still
warm pot of stew broth, he decided not to let it go to waste, grabbing hold of
the pot and carefully drank it up. The girls cried out as they were both
suddenly showered in hot stew, the veggies and herbs coming down to join them in
the being's gut. With the broth now added to its gullet, the alien's own
digestive juices began to flow even more, making the girls scream as it began
filling up the space to just under their boobs, leaving them just enough room to
breathe, their tits floating mostly above it. As a second wave came down, their
open mouths proved to be a mistake, as by chance a pair of hard, large, red apples
ended up stuffed into their muzzles, finally gagging them for good. With their
glistening, naked bodies pinned and rubbing against one another, the two
garnished females could only whimper and gaze into each others' eyes as they
were slowly digested by the plant. They managed to squirm and writhe, trying to
bring comfort to the other as they knew they were now completely beyond help,
ending up as tasty plant food.
 
*****************
 
  The captain, meanwhile, could feel his meal moving about inside him as it
digested slowly, leaving him filled up nicely from the two large meat animals.
The crew had outdone themselves at finding him something so exotic to celebrate
his Sprouting Day, both for a cake and for a main course. They would last for
days inside him, slowly feeding his immense hunger. However, there was still
work to be done aboard ship before they could depart this space now that their
survey was complete, and he saw no reason to remain here any further. Moving
across the bridge, he came to the galactic map, and entered in their current
co-ordinates. Deciding to set course for another uncharted system, he passed on
the orders to his first mate before completing the log of this journey. He
remarked on the impressive scale of the planet, though its native plant life was
still in a very primitive stage and had not yet reached sentience, existing
mostly as food for the surrounding wild animals. He made sure to note that the
other inhabitants of the 3rd planet were quite tasty and would provide a nice
source of exotic food for any passing crews, hunters or traders. Satisfied, he
closed the log down, returning to his quarters for some rest and to savour the
taste of the doe and the bunny inside him, wondering just what other delicacies
awaited him at their next destination.