Mowgli just about had it.
 
After an argument was made with Bagheera about heading off to the man village, determined to stay in the jungle and prove his caretaker wrong, he stomped off into the thick of the moss covered glade. It was already a setting Sun when he took off, but now he was in the dead of night with the nocturnal critters in full swing of activity. But he wasn't going to take any gruff attitude; not even the stupid snake from the other night!
 
"Stupid Bagheera!" He exclaimed, currently balancing his feet on a thick branch up to a set of dangling vines. "I can take care of myself just fine! I don't need no wolves, no man, and certainly not his stupid face!"
 
Huffing, he bent his spry legs before leaping for the vines, swinging his lithe boyish frame from one loop to another. He was in his element here, after all. Years spent in meadows, clearings and by riverbeds didn't soften him. Playing with the wolves gave him agility beyond his years and made his lean appearance far more toned than one would give credit for.
 
In the damp, humid air, his light brown skin gleamed with sweat as rays of moonlight shined from the thick encompassing canopy that acted as a ceiling for most ground walking creatures. Wringing his hands from one mossy tendril to the other, he wouldn't focus on anything but getting to the opposite tree. His dark eyes furrowed with concentration, his lips pursing with hissing intake and his nostrils shuttered out shaky exhales.
 
Even as he moved, a slight brush of movement was felt in the upper precipice of the trees. Twined within them and flowing over to the particularly bloated trunk was eye-less bulbs that tracked his movement with the hidden pheromones they perspired, tasing the heat and sweat the mammal let off. Confirming its presence, one such bulb slithered down quietly, arching in a loop so he'd catch it.
 
So when Mowgli did, he tried to swing forward, until the vine tugged on his grip and lassoed around his arm with a startling yank.
 
"H-HEY!" He cried out, finding himself yanked off his delicate grip in the precarious climb across, now suspended dangerously over the forty foot drop below. Looking down, he gasped, finding his grip on the tendril holding his arm up painfully even as he was pulled higher above the stretch of vines. Wriggling, kicking and clawing, he'd eventually see his oppressor face to face; making even the stout man cub part his lips and open his mouth wide at what he saw.
 
With emerald film pulling back, once its prey was presented, he'd see nearly a dozen hand to head sized bulb-like flowers. Each one of them perspired a noxious fume of pink mist, more than likely a concentration of pollen and pheromone of mixed value. With the fog already tasting sweet -like a mixture of honeyed sap and fruity fragrance- Mowgli felt his heart begin to race and his body begin to wriggle with new abandon.
 
A bulb soared across the ground, its emerald lips pursed and drooled sap that tickled and warmed his skin on contact. Trying to bat it away, he'd gasp as it swallowed his hand in its toothless chomps and swallow up to his biceps and triceps. Chewing playfully as it slathered the goo over his sweaty skin, he stretched and palmed the inside of the thin stamen that held his appendage hostage, his suspended arm pulling and twisting with as much strength as he could muster.
 
As a bulb slowly approached his face, it perspired a gallon of moist gas to coat his face and swirl around his head. Shaking his head violently, he clenched his mouth shut and did his best to not breathe it in. Unfortunately, due to the plant having no lung to draw breath in, it spouted again and again, thrice a heavy smoke that kept warmly slathering over his pores and tickling the nerves around his lips and nostrils. His face became blue and the suckling on his arm brought out tingling feelings that made his squirming -now twined legs- spasm and kick.
 
Taking it no longer, he rasped out a coughing exhale before inhaling a deep wafting wave of pollen into his throat and through his lungs. He'd cough, the sweet flavored air not attuned to his usual breath he'd take in, and his mind buzzed with the signals he received from inside. Even as he tried to cough it out, he'd take more and more shallow inhales of the pollen in, distracting himself from the mouth as it shoved floral lips till it smudged under his chin and wrapped over the front of his face.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmfffffffffffff!~" He muffled out a moan, the sound muted thanks to a near vacuum seal of the floral lips made around the front of his head. A sickeningly sweet squeak made from a prolonged kiss around his face, his skin warmed even more as the gas was even more intense on the inside of the mouth. Dousing him with renewed effort, he'd struggle and managed to pull his right arm out to hammer and slap the large pumpkin sized bulb holding his face hostage.
 
Without realizing it, he readily opened his mouth every time a wave of pollenated air washed over his mouth, pouring into his throat and down into his sweetening lungs. His chest grew warm and his mind became a buttery hive of ecstasy. Eyes were drawn into a half-lidded stare, the usual brown eyes now a rosy hue. Legs kicked slightly, his free hand now resting calmly over the bulb's exterior and his fingers swished in its own faux mouth bondage it had.
 
Seeing him fall prey to the mist, the host of other bulbs sinuously maneuvered around to begin an array of gaseous exhaling kisses that left thick sap over every partition of his flesh. From suckling lips over his nipples to his twitching navel, the lower of his back to his shoulderblades and across his arms and legs, down even to his feet to wrap pleasantly around his ankles.
 
Drinking in the sap, he felt a buttery thrill of the encompassing orgy of plants that had their way with his drunk addled body. His mouth hung open, tongue stretching out, allowing sap and gas to pass through his slack jaw as parts of his muscles grew numb and utterly relaxed. Without recognition, the bulb's tongue slid over his face, coating his visage abundantly in thick sap much to his moaning joy before it slid its thick rosy tongue into his mouth. Groaning into the frontal head smothering kiss, he sucked the sap straight out of it, making his body tingle more, tickling his insides as the greedy gulps were made as it slid impossibly around his boyish mouth, pushing the cheeks to hilarious degrees. Eventually it would slide past the back of his jaw to the top of his throat, squeezing out sap in large globules; his gag reflex subsided, allowing this intrusion as his nostrils managed to squeeze in more crawling vapors with raspy inhales.
 
As he continued to bask in this endless pleasure, the largest of the bulbs opened its mouth and presented a delicious pink interior with its green gums slathered with strings of sap-lined saliva. Presented by the twines of vines and the suckling bulbs, he'd be lowered down to have the soles of his feet press into the thick gelatin surface of the tongue; softer and even more supple than any human's could ever be. Sinking impossibly up to his knees, he'd feel his legs slide over the viscous surface, feeling the appendage rise up to brush over his flushed waist. Even as his arms were surrendered from languid suckling pops, he continued to french the face encompassing bulb that fed him gas and essence, drooling across and down his chin and jaws with sticky globules touching the canopy.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~," He moaned out with a shaky exhale, his breath coming out in thick pollen thanks to the tainted air he's inhaled for nearly ten minutes. A drunken grin spread across his face, eyes pink and glowing as the rest of his complexion became much rosier to match the sap and gas that perspired through his pores. The tongue arched up, sliding past his chest up his face just beneath his eyes, making the glowing orbs roll back as a thick wave of mucus gave him more sap to slurp up.
 
Lying limp, he'd let the tongue pull back, the lips pursing around his rump and pelvis delightlfully with a loud squeezing squeak. Groaning aloud past the cushion of body conforming flesh, gas slipped through the floral seal, washing his body in a ticklish moist kiss before it reached past his head, allowing him to breathe in deeply past the face wrapped surface of the tongue he burrowed his head into. Exhaling a cloud of pink vapor again, he purred aloud as the lips of the bulb squeezed tightly across his navel up his chest, the tongue slowly tethering him into the maw itself. Feeling toothless gums chew on him gave him a delightful euphoria that increased his brainwashed ecstasy. Spreading his lips in a tight grin, his eyes hung open in a mindless stupor, resting the side of his head on the memory fold of flesh, stretching strings of sap-lined saliva as he exhaled and inhaled more warm pollenated air.
 
Sliding in a sap drooling squeeze with the tongue and his body, he'd feel his head and limp arms stick out of the pursed mammoth lips of the giant bulb plant. He'd stare out garishly, grinning without though as he exhaled and inhaled the gas that took his will, soul and mind in exchange for rapturous pleasure. His whole body was caressed in a chewing, sucking vacuum within the bulb of the head, anxiously awaiting to be pulled down its enormous throat and be dealt with according to the rule of nature. Having not a single iota of energy to move other than breathe and exhale, he whined aloud as the lips and tongue slurped up his head and arms with its oral organ into its head.
 
As a crescendo of puckering pops were made by the other vine-alotted bulbs, the Alpha Bulb grinned human-like as it drooled sap and rolled Mowgli within its soft, gummy jaws. Wrestling around his lithe body, tasting him with skin-buttering sap that coated him head to toe in its mucus hold while the gas pumped severely within its vacuum sealed crevice, Mowgli could do little but be tossed around like a sack of barely cognitive meat. Licking up sap as he was pushed from cheek to cheek, pressed to the ceiling tightly before sinking to the center of the tongue, he mewled as he was finally squeezed back with a contraction of floral muscle to the voluminous chute for a throat.
 
Like an oily slide, the sap was even in greater veracity here. Lubricating him till he could barely breathe, the toxins dancing in his lungs made every waking moment a lethargic thrill that shot endorphins in quaking succession. The all encompassing grip of pink tissue that felt akin to the soft body-conforming tongue made him moan with delight, happy to be hugged so tightly while being squeezed down deeper and deeper into this heaven he was carried into. No more talk of going away to the man village, no more arguments with Bagheera, no more Shere Kahn, just no more worries.
 
Sliding into a thick sac that pressed on all sides upon him, the sap pooled around him, allowing him to greedily slurp up without halting. The gulps brought out a sweltering heat, the gas much denser and made his head spin as his eyes teared up with pollenated ecstasy. Even as the tissue pressed down on his pelvis, stroking out another drunken pulse of ecstasy, he groaned as he was buried in floral flesh, soon to be digested away within the gullet of the plant. Closing his eyes, he'd be totally submerged in the sap, breathing it in and gurgling it as it entered his lungs noxiously. His body spasmed as pollen and sap mixed, bringing a cloud of joy as the life was being aphyxiated and drowned out of him. He didn't mind, he was still grinning as he swallowed the liquid air in the last throes of his life he had. With his chest bulging and his stomach burbling, he'd recline into the flesh and be completely inert, ready to be fully digested by the beautiful plant.
 
~He was now in a better place~