A/N: It's the 12'th of June (at least in Sweden) so happy B-day Pri-thePuppeteer! (Who also shares a b-day with my oldest cat Ramses, who's ten today! Happy b-day, my big boy!) This was wished for a long time ago… well, not EXACTLY this, because I want to make it clear that this is all the doing of my sick mind, not Pri's… though we have been talking about this kink for a while… ;)

This story really should have warnings. It should. But I'm not putting any up. It deals with a kink I quite like but has never written before. It's not for everybody, but I set it up so that you will be able to guess what it is very quickly (hopefully) and then run away screaming if you so wish. If you don't, that's your own fault.

It also has some darker themes, but I'm not sure if they are worth any warnings… I don't think so, because I think you can very well read this as a kind of parody, of sorts, and therefore not take it seriously. Please, don't take it seriously. Tread carefully, however, and please tell me if I was wrong or right about not putting a dark-warning on this… that way I'll learn until next time!

I'm strangely excited, hoping there is a bit of a shock-factor in this, but you guys read bestiality and loved it, so I don't know… ;)

Vegetarian Delights

"My Sekstooj is gone!" Starfire shouted as she flew out into the Titan's living-room, where Robin was busy dusting for fingerprints, Cyborg was at the computer hammering at the keys like crazy, Beast Boy, it the form of a blood-hound, was sniffing around the floor and Raven was doing something mystical involving tracing auras. They all stopped what they were doing at their friend's cry, however.

"Y-your what?" Robin stuttered.

"My Sekstooj! Do you not remember? You ate some the night before last!"

The whole team suddenly had skin color matching Beast Boy's.

"Wait. Do you mean that plant?" Raven asked, remembering a plate of wriggling rubbery spaghetti-thin vines.

"Yes, my Sekstooj-plant!" Starfire nodded. "Slade stole it!"

This, at least, was not an outrageous claim. The Titans had returned from a mission to find their security-system breeched, but the cameras had picked out a very familiar figure before they went black. They were now trying to find out what the man had done inside, and they feared everything from computer-viruses and hidden cameras to bombs. Slade stealing a plant, however, was rather unexpected.

"Why would the dude want a plant?" Beast Boy, back in his normal shape, asked.

"Beats me…" Robin growled. "Starfire, was it dangerous?"

"No, certainly not! Well, if it does not grow big."

"And… how quickly does it grow?"

"Oh, you will have to cut it nightly," Starfire said and then looked worried. "Do you think that Slade knows of this?"

"Well, the guy knows a lot, but gardening? Sure wanna see that…" Cyborg snorted.

"I say just leave the dude to it!" Beast Boy said. "Let the plant eat him!"

"The Sekstooj does not eat. It expels melting-ooze when it feels in danger," Starfire explained. "Everyone avoids the big ones because of this. Apart from the Boorlags."

"And the Boorlags are?" Raven asked.

"They are alike to… oh, alike to earth-monkeys! Big ones!" the alien said and held a hand a bit over her head to show the height.

"Right. And they aren't afraid of the Se… Of the plants?" Robin asked, taking notes.

"Quite not. They live among them. The Sekstoojs protects them and the Boorlags help spread their seeds."

"I see…." Robin said and scribbled this down to. "So the seeds catch in their fur? Or do they eat them and spread the seeds in their waste?"

"I am not sure. It was never explained to me," Starfire said and looked sad. "Tamaran is a truly glorious place, but I do not know everything."

"That's okay, Star, there are lots of animals and plants on earth I'm sure none of us have ever even heard of," Robin shrugged.

"Oh? What are they called please?" the alien asked.

"Err… I don't know… that's the point…" the leader mumbled. "So, anyway, we have to find this thing before it grows too big and then destroy it. If we are very lucky it might think that humans are Boorlags, but we must be careful. Cyborg, you should stay behind and get the security up and running, the rest of us will split up and go looking. BB, I need your best nose on this!"

"Woof!" the changeling barked.

"Great. Titans GO!"

Unfortunately, they didn't find anything, and it was three weeks until they did.

Actually, the rats told them where it was. Or rather, the citizens whose homes and businesses were suddenly invaded by sewer-rats, did.

"Something is disturbing the animals, scaring them above ground. It seems to be happening in the city center mainly," Robin explained, pointing at a map. "We can't be sure what it is, it might not be the plant and Slade at all, but as you know there are a lot of interesting targets for him around there. Not only banks but also technological companies and the CIA have a secret office there too.

"Really? I didn't know that!" Beast Boy exclaimed.

"Because it's secret," Robin smirked. "I noticed them and stopped by to say hi a while back. Kinda embarrassing for them; they thought they were being so clever. Anyway, it's there, and it needs to be protected too. If it is the plant, Slade has probably left it as a diversion, so he's most likely not around, but act as if he is, and send an alarm-signal the moment you spot anything. We have a big area to cover, and both the sewers and the subway, so we have to split up and do it. The trackers should let us find each other quickly, though… Questions? No? Then, Titan's GO!"

Robin had been in the sewers for hours, not spotting a thing, and the reports from the others were just as depressing.

"We'll give it another hour, guys. If we haven't found anything by then, we'll meet above ground and compare notes," Robin told his team over the intercom.

"Can we get pizza?" Beast Boy, of course, asked.

"We're in the sewers, man! How the heck can you even think of pizza?" Cyborg exclaimed.

"I'm not, I'm in the subway!" BB defended himself.

"Smell-wise, the sewer wins, but only by a little…" Raven muttered.

"It is fascinating!" Starfire said from her end of the sewers. "All the glorious things I have seen! The colors of the-"

"Yes, yes, see you all in an hour, unless something comes up, okay?" Robin interrupted. "Robin out."

The teen hero stood frowning for a while. The rats were coming up all over this area, so whatever was disturbing them, had to be here. Still, they had searched almost the whole, dirty, underbelly of Jump City… Suddenly the teen snapped his fingers. Of course! This sewer-system was rather new, the oldest parts were no more than about fifty years. Before then the city's waste had been led through other routes, straight down into the ocean, mainly by a natural, underground river. That had now dried up, thanks to a dam, and been re-led through a power-station. The riverbed and the old man-built sewers should still be there, though, the question was where?

It didn't take long for Robin to find them. Part of a wall of the sewer had crumbled, or been knocked down, and it led to another narrow path, which Robin followed carefully. So far there were no real signs. The ground was a bit sticky, and there was something strange with the light… Robin had two powerful flash-lights, one on his belt and one in his hand, but… Robin turned the one in his hand off. As he suspected, he didn't need it. Something made the walls and floor glow, faintly at first, but as Robin shielded his other light source, the surrounding light got stronger.

He looked closer. It was some kind of slime, and fluorescent algae and things were not unheard of on earth, so this might very well be natural. He walked further in, carefully looking around. He suspected that the slime was from the plant, but he thought it was unnecessary to alert his friends until he was sure. A second late he was sure, but he had also lost the ability to call for help.

A spray of blue goo hit him in the stomach, and immediately his belt, with all its contents, started to melt away.

"What the-?" Robin exclaimed. Even his cape was melting where the slime had hit it, and that was more or less indestructible. His tights didn't stand a chance either, but as the acidic fluid reached his skin, it only turned slight warm. He was half naked, a bit more than half, to be honest, but streaking through the streets of Jump must be better than to stick around, Robin decided. His attacker, however, didn't want him to leave.

The teen gave a startled yelp as something slimy wound itself around his ankle. He kicked out, freeing himself, but a moment later he was surrounded. It was the plant, no doubt about that, but Starfire had been right when she said that it grew quickly. Vines were coming at him from all angles, some as thick as his leg, some as slim as shoelaces, but all very determined not to let him escape.

Tamaranian plants were very different from the earth-variety, that much Robin had learned, not only from Starfire's cooking, but from his visit to her planet. Beast Boy had been very troubled by the fact that the food presented to him as vegetarian, tended to move. Actually many dishes did, as Starfire's people seemed to prefer 'live' food, something that might seem barbaric, although the only difference from eating a raw carrot on earth, was that the carrot didn't try to slither off the plate. Come to think of it, the Tamaranians were not, perhaps, the most gentle of people anyway.

As far as Robin had concluded, however, most plants on that planet were, in fact, a mix of plant and animal, many capable of movement, quickly in some cases, and acting on instinct. They didn't exactly appear intelligent, but they seemed to have a rudimentary way of learning from their experiences. Robin was trying to teach this plant not to touch him.

With only his two hands and two feet to beat hundreds of the green, half translucent, slimy creepers away, he was fighting a losing battle. Despite trying to jump and flip over the vines, they were everywhere, and wherever he landed was slick with the plant's emissions, which had now eaten through his boots and most of his top as well. The only thing the plant learned, it seemed, was that once it had looped a vine around a part of the teen, it had to tighten quickly… so it did. Only moments later Robin could only wriggle, and barely that, as the thing had wound itself around his legs and arms.

"In a bit of trouble, Robin?"

The teen gasped and looked up. From what he saw he gasped again, but since his lungs were already full of indrawn breath, the sound was a little strangled.

It was Slade, and the Titan was overpowered by so many realizations at once, that he might have fallen on his butt if the plant hadn't held him up. The first thing Robin realized was that he was naked. In front of Slade, who wasn't wearing a mask. Who wasn't wearing much of anything, apart from a loincloth. Who had one eye covered by an eye patch. Whose other eye seemed to be gleaming, watching him. Who was naked. And couldn't move. Oh shit.

"Speechless, Robin? How unlike you," the man smirked. "Is it your new, green friend who got your tongue? No? Well, is it presumptuous, then, to think you are gaping because of me?"

"I… you…" Robin swallowed. "What is going on here?"

"You already figured that out, surely? A distraction. Though, to be honest, it's not working very well, since you are distracting me…"

"You don't need a plant, just dressing up like Conan the Barbarian kinda does the job…" Robin snorted.

"Why, thank you."

"I didn't mean it as a compliment!" the teen blushed. "I meant that you've gone soft in the head!"

"Pity. I was about to compliment your eyes in return," the man shrugged and then gestured to his own attire. "I know it's not fashionable, but at least I'm decent…" he leered, looking the teen up and down again as if to prove a point.

Robin glared. Finding out his mask was lost was the least of his problems at the moment. He was just glad his eyes hadn't gone with it, and wondered why he wasn't a melting pile of flesh on the ground right now. He knew the man in front of him well enough to know that an explanation would come soon enough, however. Slade loved to show off his knowledge and took every opportunity to 'teach' the young heroes a thing or two. Cyborg had been livid when, while he was stuck in a crashed T-car, Slade had calmly stood on the hood, explaining traction control to him.

"You see," the man, as expected, continued, "in a defensive mood the plant ejects a substance that, as you have noticed, melts anything from metal to plastic and cotton and even some types of rock. However it does not affect skin or hair, at least not of the earth-variety. It's probably quite different for the creatures on Tamaran… so, as I have discovered, it doesn't destroy leather, but in a store-bought leather outfit there is thread, to sew it together, and also, more often than not, zippers, making such garments useless. Hence this loincloth."

"I would have loved to have been here when you found that out…" Robin sneered, now noticing that the eye patch and the cord holding it were also made of leather. "So why doesn't it attack you?" he then growled, hoping to learn something that might free him.

"Oh, it does," Slade said, just as a wrist-thick vine touched his shoulder. The man reacted incredibly fast, grabbed it, and ripped it in two. All the vines close to the man immediately retracted. Robin stared. He had tried the same, but couldn't even rip the thinnest tendrils apart. They were like rubber, and he remembered trying to chew the one's Starfire had served, finding it impossible. He had had to swallow them whole.

The teen couldn't help to feel a bit impressed with the man's strength. A small amount of that must have shown in his eyes, because the man's perpetual smirk widened.

"It mainly leaves me alone now, " Slade continued. "I nurtured it, after all. It kind of knows me. It only tries to rip me apart to be playful. Speaking about that, I wonder why it hasn't done it to you yet… the hobo last week didn't last long at all."

"You… you let it kill someone?" Robin gasped.

"Yes, well… I was curious about what it would do… and it caught the man by itself… I didn't want to take away its toy." The look on the man's face told Robin that the situation was very much the same this time.

More and more vines had started to slide around the teen by now. The plant didn't have any leaves, thorns or any sharp edges. Its only weapons seemed to be its strength and the acid, spit out through an opening at the tips of the blunt vines. The plant had stopped the spitting, but instead the tips were now oozing something else. Instead of the eerie blue, this was a clear, runnier substance.

"Your plant has a cold," Robin muttered.

"I don't think so… although I have no idea what it's doing… it's very fascinating," Slade said, looking somewhat curious.

"You should experience it from my end. Trade places?" the teen asked cheekily.

"I think I'll just observe, thank you," the man chuckled.

Robin was just about to say something defiant back, when a vine lazily slipped over the front of his crotch, along the length of his exposed cock. He yelped and tried to pull back, simply because it felt terrifyingly good. Actually, every bit of his skin covered with the new, clear slime, had started to… tingle.

"Hmmm…." the teen heard Slade say. "Say, Robin, your father didn't happen to be a Boorlag, did he?"

"How… how did you know?"

"He was?" the man raised an amused eyebrow.

"No, you idiot! How did you know about Boorlags?" the teen yelled.

"Robin, Robin, Robin… too lazy to even open a Tamaranian biology-book, are you? Then again, I doubt you read the language. I doubt you can even speak it, which is quite sad, considering that your girlfriend-"

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"No, I thought you were drooling a bit too much over me…" the man chuckled smugly.

"No, I- ooh… god…" tens of finger-thick tendrils had now begun to slither over the teen's body, covering him in the goo, which, surprisingly, had a very nice faint flowery scent. They quickly seemed to seek out places which made Robin's spine want to arch, but the spots were very weird, like behind his ears, the sides of his neck, behind his knees, and, for some absurd reason, between his toes and fingers. Other's still, were caressing his chest, curling and uncurling around his nipples, and prodding his innie belly button carefully.

"And you are sure you're not a Boorlag?" the man asked again with a smile on his face, but the look in his eye was much too intense for the teen's liking.

"No!"

"Well, young plants are considered a delicacy… I suppose your team-mate served it to you?"

"Y-yes, but… that was… weeks ago…" Robin growled. He was getting hard! In front of Slade! He suddenly found himself hoping the plant would kill him. The sooner the better. It did something worse; it flipped him on his back, about waist-high in the air.

"Still, it must sense it… something sets you apart… or maybe it just has good taste. No matter… I wonder how far it will go."

"With… what?" Robin struggled against the living restraints, wondering how something so slippery could still hold him. The plant was holding his legs spread open, right in front of Slade. There was no way in hell he would be able to fight the man again, even if he survived this. Maybe he should be a weed exterminator instead. That sounded appropriate.

"I thought you knew about the Boorlags?" the villain said.

"Yes… I… they… live… among the… plants, right?" Robin ground out. "Help… spread their… seeds?"

"Do you know how?"

"N-no?"

"Then, I dare say, you're in for a surprise…" the man purred.

Slade had come closer now, but the plant was completely focused on Robin and left him alone. A vine, about as thick as Robin's now melted bo-staff, suddenly swelled a bit and squirted a thicker, cloudy white, substance across the teen's chest and face.

"Ops. Premature ejaculation. Don't worry, it can happen to the best of us…" the man chuckled at the plant, which almost seemed embarrassed for a moment.

"W-what?" Robin stared down at the puddle on his chest and felt some slide down his chin as well. The consistency was a bit like the innards of a tomato, and, like with a tomato, there were lots of small, rounded seeds, all incased in what looked like gel. "What is… how…?"

"You can't guess where they go?" the man leered.

For a moment, Robin really didn't have a clue, but the suggestive tone of the man's voice kick-started his imagination.

"What… no?"

"Oh, yes. Inside you. At both ends, I'd like to add. Several plants on earth has seeds designed to be swallowed and then expelled complete with fertilizer by its 'host'… this Tamaranian species has just taken things a bit… further… It doesn't matter if the seeds are swallowed or… hmmm… 'injected' elsewhere. They prefer the male Boorlags, though, because seeds deposited inside a vagina remains unfertilized… with a male, they just can't miss."

"Get it away from me!" Robin yelled. "Now! Slade, stop fooling around!"

"Nah. I think I'd like to watch," the man smirked. "And you don't seem in any pain, quite the opposite. The Boorlags doesn't only live among these things for the protection, they quite enjoy them too."

"Well, I'm not!" the hero snarled. "I-aaahhh… oh… goooood…. m-make it… sssstoooopp…"

"You're a little liar, Robin… although not so little anymore…" the man hummed, and, to the teen's horror, he felt a warm finger running up the side of his length, around which base a tendril had just wound itself.

"You sick fuck!" the Boy Wonder spat.

"Maybe I am… but you are definitely in for one…" the one eyed man grinned evilly.

Robin paled, not only from Slade's words, but from the feeling of light prodding between his cheeks.

"Oh, oh, looks like someone is going to lose his virginity…" the man mocked.

"No! No, stop it! Slade! Please!" Robin begged now, but didn't feel ashamed about it, he was terrified. The weird tingling had only gotten worse as well, it was like it was trying to get his skin to love the touches. Robin didn't want to love it, though. Not at all.

The prodding got worse and then a vine pushed into his ass. It was only a very thin one, not even as wide as his own pinky finger, and for that, at least, Robin was grateful. He could feel it slither in further, curling and twisting, spreading the tingling slime inside him as well. And that felt really good.

"AAAhhh… nnnnnggnnn!"

"So you liked that, huh? Go figure…" the man chuckled. "Then you will like this other one coming up even more, I suspect."

A second one pushed in as Slade spoke, just as thin, just as wriggly, setting the teen's senses on fire. Robin writhed, moaned and gasped uncontrollably.

"Oh, stop that boy, you are actually making me jealous of your position…" the villain snorted. The teen would have loved to say something clever at that moment, but was too wrapped up in bliss to even hear the remark.

After doing their job, lubricating him and making him pant with pleasure, the feelers retreated, which cleared Robin's mind somewhat, reminding him that he was getting raped. In front of an audience.

"Here comes a bigger one. This is fascinating. I really should be taking notes…" Robin heard Slade say, and glared at the man.

"Do you think you could let go of your cock long enough?" the teen snarled, seeing the man absentmindedly rubbing the front of his tented loin-cloth.

"Good point. I should record my observations instead. It will catch some of your screaming as well, I think…" the man shrugged. "Brace yourself boy, this one means business…"

Robin tensed. Some of the vines were really thick, and he didn't know what Boorlags looked like. Maybe they would be able to take those on, but he sure as hell wouldn't be, and he didn't think the plant was smart enough to realize this. He also couldn't see anything from this angle, which made it even worse.

The one pushing into him turned out to only be about two fingers wide, though, and Robin sent Slade a death glare for scaring him, to which the man only replied with a new smirk.

This vine moved differently from the others. It still pushed far in, like the first had done, twisting and turning until the teen thought it would come out his mouth, but then it started pulsing and swelling slightly. Robin gasped at a sudden weird, slightly cool sensation.

"What's… what's… happening?" he groaned.

"You're being bred of course," his 'enemy in need' told him. "How do you like it?"

Robin was about to snarl something back when a vine pushed itself against his lips. He quickly clamped his teeth shut and turned his head away.

"Aw, that was rude, Robin," the man told him, and leaned over. "It just wants to love you…"

The teen wanted to yell as Slade grabbed his jaw and pushed his fingers into his cheeks. The plant seemed to appreciate the help, and as soon as the hero's teeth parted just a little, a few slim vines pushed in.

"There, I think I've helped out enough," the villain purred and let Robin go. "Who says criminals can't do good deeds?"

"O ucking astad!" the teen slurred. He tried to bite through the vines, but his teeth only sank in without doing any actual damage.

"Fascinating, look at this…" Slade said and touched one of the globs of seed on Robin's chest. "It has thickened… The seeds are activated by body-heat, I guess this is how they make sure they stay in long enough…"

Robin glared bleary at the blob between the man's fingers, which had gone from runny to something looking like thick jelly, though much tougher. The teen's eyes widened at the realization that the slime was actually thickening inside him right now.

Meanwhile, biting at the vines still had absolutely no effect, but at least none of them were trying to slither down his throat. The teen had a feeling that this would change, however, as a larger one approached, dripping its sweet-smelling fluid. Robin was so focused on this threat that he didn't feel the vine in his ass slip out, until it was immediately replaced by a slightly bigger one.

"Uuuuh!" he gasped, and the one at his mouth dashed forward. The plant had to be eager, because it started spilling its seed before it was even fully inside Robin's mouth. The teen fought to breathe through his nose, but reflexes and the shear amount made him swallow. Then again. And again. To his horror the hero discovered that the taste was amazing, better than anything he had ever had.

The vine in his ass had pushed itself in deep enough and now started pulsing, which made Robin bite down on the one in his mouth in surprise. The plant decided to try to sooth him by caressing his balls and cock again, which worked wonders.

He wasn't uncomfortable, the hero realized. The plant held him up and supported him almost tenderly, and if he hadn't been afraid to be split open, and if Slade hadn't been there… well, he could almost see why the Boorlags apparently liked this plant.

The thin feelers had retracted from Robin's mouth, but he hadn't noticed that, and it was still open when another vine took the place of the one that had just finished. This one was a bit too eager for Robin's taste, though, and rammed itself deep down his throat, making the teen's eyes water. It started to pulse at once, filling Robin's stomach directly. Noticing its host didn't like this, the plant tried even more to pleasure him, and Robin writhed from having his nipples teased and cock stroked faster and faster. The world became a blur, and as the vine withdrew from his throat, Robin yelled out and came violently.

Robin blacked out for a moment, and when he came to he had two vines in his ass and one just slipping out from his mouth. Apparently the plant didn't much care for breaks. Robin yelled out as a really thick, blunt vine closed in on his face.

"No! Slade stop it! It's too big!" he begged.

"Hmmm… yes, it will probably split the corners of your mouth open…" the man said thoughtfully. "Would you like it in your ass instead?"

"No! No, keep it away!" Robin snarled.

"Can't do that, I'm afraid… all of the fertile vines need to spill their seed before the mating is over… but I guess I could help… after all, you would look rather ugly with a split face…" The man gripped the vine right before it tried to force itself into the teen's mouth, and held it still. "Well, you have to do your part, Robin. Suck it."

He wanted to curse and yell, but if this was ever going to be over… He closed his eyes, trying to pretend that Slade wasn't there, and fastened his lips to the slimy, leaking tip, thanking his stars that it at least tasted good. The plant was easily convinced, but Robin didn't swallow more than he had to. He was starting to feel full. Everywhere.

"You seem surprisingly good at that… Would you like to try me?" Slade chuckled.

"Don't even think about it!" Robin snarled.

"You are so ungrateful… maybe I shouldn't help you again…" the man above him smirked.

Robin's eyes darter around. Another thick one seemed to be closing in on his ass.

It was a matter of swallowing his pride, but, on the other hand, Robin didn't have that much more left.

"O… Okay…I'll… I'll do it, just don't let it…" he panted. Even though he had just come, the plant had somehow managed to make him hard again, and was very friendly indeed.

"No, I think you need to learn a lesson," Slade told him, just as the thick vine started to push against the teen's entrance.

"Wha- no!" the hero yelled. "I'll suck you off, you bastard, just get… it… Nnnn… god…. I… so… close..." Robin didn't know what the damn vine was doing, but it seemed to mold itself so that the part entering him was thinner and then it swelled out again inside him. It was scary and felt fantastic all at once. The teen groaned and pushed against the intrusion, suddenly wanting more of it inside him, and, as it started pulsing, he came again, just as hard as before. Robin was sure he felt his stomach swell this time.

"You seemed to enjoy that lesson a bit too much," his enemy grumbled. "Maybe I should let you swallow the next one."

Robin tiredly shook his head. A slimmer vine had taken the big one's place, and a slightly bigger one was pushing in beside it. Robin groaned, but it didn't really hurt, quite the opposite. He was getting hard again. Fortunately the plant only seemed to have a few bigger vines that were used for mating, most of them were two, or three fingers wide. The really thick ones were used for supporting him and the plant itself, as well as holding him still, and the thinnest ones caressed his body and prepared him, providing the tingling slick oil. Still the Boorlags must have wider mouths than humans, because another big one was showing its interest, butting against Robin's lips.

The teen turned his head away, but the slim creepers were immediately there, prying and wriggling between his lips and teeth, forcing his mouth open.

"-lade! Leese!" Robin begged, his eyes wide with fear as they darted from the vine to the man.

"If I do this, you will let me have you…" the man purred. "Any way I want."

"Eess!" the teen yelled in panic just before the thick stem started to spread his lips wider and wider until it hurt.

"Good decision," Slade said and took a hold of the vine before it could really hurt the teen.

This one was a bit harder to please, and Robin had to lick and suck the tip for quite a while until it finally gave up its load.

"There… it's… your... turn…" the teen half growled at Slade when it was done.

"I think I'll try this end first…" the man smirked and, without further warning, rammed his cock into the hero's ass.

Robin cried out. Slade wasn't as wide as the thickest vine, but he was bigger than most of the others, and he was also hot. The plant was cool, no more than room temperature, but Robin had gotten used to that. Being filled by something warm-blooded now, almost felt like it burned. Another difference was that Slade fucked him, where the plant only pulsated. Robin gasped with each thrust until his mouth was crammed full again. The plant seemed agitated at not having any access to his ass, and fucked his throat harder again. Robin tried pleading with the man to stop it, but Slade merely smirked and enjoyed the show.

A while later the plant had managed to annoy Slade enough so that the man pulled out, however.

"Fuck him, then…" Robin heard him mutter as a vine took the cock's place. "Tamaranian plants have clearly never heard of sharing."

"Poor you!" Robin spat.

"No, I'll just finish in your mouth, " the man shrugged and circled the teen until he reached the temporarily unoccupied end. "Do a good job, or I'll leave… and I don't think you want that."

Robin didn't. He really didn't want to be left alone with the alien plant, because, even though Slade had let it do pretty much what it pleased with him, the teen still had hopes that the man wouldn't let it kill him.

Slade's shaft was covered with the now familiar slime, but it still tasted different, and the texture felt strange as well. The teen licked and sucked as well as he could, though, while Slade lazily batted the vines away. The man lasted much longer than the plant and fucked his mouth too, making Robin's jaws ache. When he finally came, his seed was surprisingly salty and bitter, not at all like the plant's, but, of course, Slade made the hero swallow nonetheless.

Robin eagerly opened his mouth for the next vine, just to make the taste go away. Slade, who seemed satisfied, just chuckled and backed off, letting the plant toy with Robin freely once more.

The teen soon shuddered through another orgasm, and started to feel faint. Faint and very, very full. The vines didn't penetrate him as deeply anymore; they couldn't. The gel-like substance had filled him up. Robin tried to spit out as much of the loads in his mouth as possible, feeling like he had eaten two pizzas all by himself. He couldn't do anything about his ass, though, or when the vines pushed down his throat.

He should be scared, he should be in pain, but instead he was feeling sluggish and strangely content. He even whined a bit when there were no more vines coming. The plant had slowly let him go, and he was sprawled on top of the soft coils in what could only be describes as a perverted food coma.

"It's dead."

"Huh?"

"The plant. They breed and then they die… well… seems like a nice way to go. Now… what to do with you…?" Slade asked himself.

Before the man could make up his mind, a high voice reached them.

"Robin! Roooobiiiiiiiin!" The voice was soon joined by others.

"Looks like your friends are here. Well, I'm going to run a little errand while you are busy trying to explain what happened here…" the man smirked. "But I'll see you around, Robin… I can't wait to have more… fun… with you."

The teen didn't even have the energy to answer, but, as the calls came closer, he gathered all his strength and slowly rolled to his knees, before struggling to his feet. His stomach really was distended, though he would probably be able to hide it with a bulky t-shirt. Not that he had any clothes. At all.

"Shit…" Robin mumbled as he hobbled toward the voices, and the opening in the wall they came from.

"Titans! Stay back!" he yelled. "There's no trouble, just stay back!"

"Dude, what's going on?" Beast Boy answered.

"Just a moment, is Raven there?"

"Yes?" Cyborg's voice echoed back at him, "we all are. Why?"

"Err… Rae, could I borrow your robe?"

"My robe?"

"Yeah, it's the plant, I've killed it," Robin squirmed as he told them, but, in a way, he had. He had fucked it to death. "But it sprayed some kind of acid and that melted… well… everything… just levitate it through, will you?"

"Sure," Raven said, while the others burst out in questions and comments, "But wash it before you return it, please."

"You might want to burn it, actually…" Robin muttered as the robe came floating towards him, encased in Raven's black energy.

As soon as he was decent, he let the others through.

"Gross, major cleanup in aisle three…" Beast Boy burst out. "Want me to sniff around for Slade?"

"No! No, he was here alright, but he left as I was... winning…" the leader told his team. "We should leave."

"AAAAHHH!" Starfire suddenly yelled out and clutched her hand, where blisters were now covering her fingers. "Be careful of the stinging blue goo!"

"What, this?" Beast Boy said, showing his hands covered with the stuff, since he hadn't been able to resist poking at it.

"Huh, maybe that stuff only hurt Tamaranians?" Cyborg said in a moment of brilliance. He then yelled as he noticed some of his metal-hand melting where he had touched the stuff as well.

"Fascinating," Raven said in a tone that reminded Robin too much of Slade.

He really should have his team go after the man, but, the fact was; he needed help to get home. And some residue of blue goo on his skin, was slowly eating through Raven's robe.

"Let's just get out of here... I need a shower," Robin mumbled. "Badly." And research. He needed to do research.

After a shower which required scraping dry slime off to get to his skin, Robin waddled to the computer. He badly needed to go to the bathroom, but he soon found out that he wouldn't be able to, not for twenty four hours.

Robin had found the Tamaranian biology-book Slade had mentioned, in the private digital library of the Martian Manhunter, and thankfully, he could run it through a translation-program. He hoped J'onn wouldn't mind the hacking, or rather, he hoped he wouldn't notice.

Time was of the essence, however, and he didn't want to answer questions right now.

He was grateful to find out that the seeds would be dispelled by themselves, and not swell, as he had feared. He had a rather tricky problem, though… he couldn't really flush the seeds, or the whole city might be littered with plants soon enough. Robin didn't know if they would actually be able to survive, he wasn't really a Boorlag, after all. Still, he couldn't risk it… which meant that the T-jet's portable toilet got mysteriously moved to Robin's quarters.

A day later the Boy Wonder was on his bed, groaning. Now he started to understand why pregnant women were actually looking forward to labor. It wasn't because they wanted the kid; they just wanted to get it over with… Despite being bloated and uncomfortable, his body was still racked by occasional, sudden orgasms, which were freaking him out more than being pleasant, since suddenly going cross-eyed and gooey-brained was scary.

He had claimed to be busy with research when he had locked himself in his room, and his team had readily accepted this, as it wasn't that uncommon. Had he told them that he was sick or hurt, though, he knew he would be hauled to the sick-bay, and he didn't want to explain the scans.

Grunting, he turned on his other side just as his computer screen suddenly flickered into life.

"So have you become a mother yet?" his most hated enemy asked with an amused smirk on his unmasked face.

"Shut… the hell… up!" Robin groaned. "How did you override the system? My computer was shut off!"

"That's for me to know and for you to desperately wish you knew…" the man said airily.

"If I could get up, I would pull the damn plug…" the teen muttered, but was really too tired to bother. "Oh… god…I… aaahh!"

"Did you just come?" the man asked, looking somewhat baffled.

"Guess not everything is in the book," the teen growled.

"Fascinating."

"Stop saying that!"

"Want me to come over and hold your hand for the big event?"

"I'd only hold your hand if you chopped it off and sent it to me," the hero let Slade know.

"Hmmm… which one?"

"Shut up."

"It's close now, though, according to my calculations," the man pointed out.

"Take your calculations and shove- Oh god."

"Yes?"

"Oh, GOD!"

"Yes, I can hear you, what is it?"

Robin, however, had stumbled to his feet and was breaking the world record in sprint on his way to the bathroom. The stuff inside him, which had consisted of a very firm jelly, had suddenly turned into a liquid. All of it. At once. Robin just made it to the portable toilet.

"Oh fuck, let me die…" he gasped as his bowels emptied rather loudly and explosively.

"I have a feeling congratulations are in order…" he heard Slade say. Thankfully there was no screen in the bathroom, and the man couldn't see him from here. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Shut the fuck UP!" Robin repeated as yet another million or so seeds burst out, accompanied by a now rather smelly fluid. This was the worst case of the runs he had ever had, and he used to like Gotham hot-dogs.

"So touchy. I assume you have thought of the peril of releasing the seeds down the drain?"

"Trust me, they will all be destroyed shortl-nnnngghhh!"

"You won't consider sending me a few?"

"Not… on... your… life."

"Pity. Well, I'll leave you to it then. Have a lovely afternoon, Robin, and, as I said, I will be seeing you again…"

"When you do, I'll poke your eye out!"

"You are just touchy because you're in labor. You'll miss me soon enough." The man almost sounded like he believed it.

Robin could hear the computer turn off and whimpered as his stomach cramped again. Slade might be right; this might very well take the rest of the afternoon.

God, he hated Tamaranian plants.

The End.

A/N: -cough- maybe I should have left the story a bit earlier, but I just KNEW people would ask what happened with the seeds… ;) So, of course, I went very graphic. Sorry. ... this is not a

Sooo… errmm… not traumatized are you? If so, it's your own fault, you should have been able to tell what kind of kink this was within the first few lines… When thinking about Tentacle sex (which was nice) the only thing I could come up with was a Tamaranian plant… I just had NO other ideas…

And about the dark thing, if you are one of my more sensitive readers (I have a few of you) and you read this story, did you think I should have put stronger warnings on it? I mean TECHNICALLY it's non-con, but it's also so… SILLY that… well, you tell me, okay?

And again, Happy B-day Pri! I hope you enjoyed it!