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Forest of disaster

Her voice pierced his ears like steel-arrows, making him cringe and take a few steps backwards.

-John, for dearest god, what do you think you're doing!?

He shook his head and turned around, raising his hand to flip her off but quickly came to better thoughts. His mother, a proud, black feline standing straight in the back, a frying-pan in her paw.

-Mom, I'm just going out with a few friends.

His mother narrowed her eyes to slits.

-You're not going to the forest again, are you?

The images of the forest flashed by in his mind and he gave off a faint smile. That had been the best time in his life, and as he stood there, it slowly came back to him, all the glorious moments they had found in that meadow. The more he remembered, the more his mother slipped out of focus and she was replaced by happy memories.

It had been right after his 16th birthday, he and some friends of his were like rabid dogs and cats the night after. They had been running around barking and howling all over town, giving his mother a bad headache the day after, but John couldn't care less. His mother always said how much like his father he was, he was even an identical copy, with the black fur and bright white hair. Even his eyes had the same golden touch to them.

John was the youngest of the five, and his birthday was in late September, 27th to be exact, so it had started to turn a bit chilly around their town then. But with the steam pumped up and adrenalin pumping, none of them really noticed. Suddenly Brett, a lion, spoke up.

-Let's head up the mountain.

Brett was the oldest of them, his birthday was in January. Most of us frowned a bit and shook our heads. Timmy, a raccoon just two days younger than Brett, took a step forward.

-Dude, then we have to cross the forbidden meadow... I'm not sure I... we should.

Brett smirked slightly and licked his lips.

-My brother told me something very special is awaiting us there and we wouldn't regret it on second of our time there.

In the group there was also George, a Great Dane with his birthday in July, and Simon, a white rabbit, who was the next youngest with his birthday in early September. The age rarely mattered in the group, they were all equal in each other's eyes even if it rarely was so otherwise.

John and Simon stood together when George suddenly tilted his head slightly.

-Well, I'm up for it, what can there possibly be anyway?

Brett nodded and looked at John and Simon. Both of them shrugged their shoulders and yawned, it was now closing up to around 2am. Timmy sighed and rolled his eyes.

-Fine, we go.

Brett smiled and started to walk down the big road, heading for the mountain. Together all four of them followed him.

John snapped back to life suddenly, seeing his mother staring at him with a stern look. He shook his head slightly and shrugged his shoulder.

-Of course not, mother, that was three years ago, we'd never do such a thing again.

John laughed at himself in his head, because he knew that was a bloody lie, the five friends had more than often visited the forbidden meadow since, and still did. With a nod she sent John out the door, no more time for arguing or debate, he'd miss the fun.

The forbidden meadow was strictly cut off from public, at least in common mouth. If a child went close to the meadow and a parent saw, the child would be reprimanded hard and harsh right on the spot. John had never really given the meadow much thought until that very night... that's when the real spark of interest was triggered.

It wasn't really a meadow, it was just called that for some reason. The five friends stood in front of the forest, the big sign reading "NO ENTRANCE" was already behind them. Brett explained a bit about the forest itself, all which his brother had told him earlier that day. John figured: since Brett's brother had been in there himself and made it out alive, if it was dangerous, he wouldn't exactly send his brother in alone, would he?

Brett then bravely started to walk into the forest, it was dark but somehow the forest seemed to shimmer a bit in the dark, giving off a faint, green light. John grabbed a leaf but had some trouble pulling it off at first and he could have sworn he heard someone moan when he tore it from the branch. It seemed to be a maple-leaf, pretty common here but something told him it wasn't a regular one.

Brett turned around, the path was getting more narrow.

-Any of you scared of the wood.

He just said that to show off, all five of them used to camp in the wood about a mile outside of town just fine. All four of us laughed as we watched Brett and to John it seemed as if the wood around them started to shimmer a bit harder and faster. He was almost mesmerized by it.

-Come on, guys, let's leave the track and find our own path.

John was stunned when he realized that had been his own voice.

All other four turned to look at him and then nodded, they were pretty used to the forest and why would this be any different... Brett pointed at John and smirked slightly, a sparkle in his eyes.

-You lead, brave-boy.

John simply nodded, looking around in the forest and the turning in a direction to his left, taking a deep breath before starting to walk into the forest.

As he stepped into his car and started it, he was surprised how easily fooled they had all been back then... well, except Brett, he already knew. He placed his bag in the passenger-seat and opened it, making sure he had everything. His sleeping-bag, ceremonial toga and dagger... yup, it all seemed to be there. He slowly started to roll the car down the drive-way and headed for town, more exactly Georges house.

It had happened so fast, none of them really saw it happen before it was too late. The forest had burst into music and light. Simon exploded in a moan of happiness as the light surrounded him. John suddenly noticed that Brett was missing and before long, so was Simon.

-Stay out of the light, guys.

John grabbed George tightly and pulled him to him but from behind him he heard a gurgle of joy, almost as babble and when he turned around Timmy was nowhere to be seen.

From the distant he heard what sounded like a beautiful woman's voice, whispering in his ear. It was some old language, it somehow rung a bell somewhere in his head, something seemed familiar. He tightened his grip on George and cried out.

-For god's sake, don't let me go.

He felt George flex a bit then how something started to pull hard in him, so strong and before long he heard a laughter, was it George or the figures... it was over anyhow.

George sat at the sidewalk, and a wide smile cracked on his face as he saw John's car come closer. Once he stopped his car next to him, he opened the trunk, grabbed his bag and got out.

-Ready to meet our destiny?

George poked his tongue out at John and stood up, grabbing a bigger backpack from the ground. John threw his own bag into the trunk and looked at George.

-Got everything we need, you Great Dane?

George nodded and smiled, his voice very pure from any tension.

-It'll be great with a week in the forest, eh?

John felt a soft, furry paw grab his arm. He quickly looked up and saw a smiling Brett.

-Yo, coward, get on your feet.

John quickly obeyed and stood up, hugging his dear friend. Brett grinned and patted John's back then kissing his forehead.

-Come on, you slowpoke, we don't want to start without you.

John tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows knitted together. He pawed gently at Brett's chest but Brett just shook his head.

-Dun worry, everything will be just fine.

John wasn't given much choice; Brett gently but firmly tugged him along his arm, the forest quickly sliding by his eyes.

-We're all waiting for you.

John whimpered a bit, his feet dragging a bit but still he tried to follow to his best extent.

-Please, Brett, don't.

He could almost feel a tear on his cheek, whether it was from the forest or his eyes, he didn't have a clue.

-Brett...

Suddenly the forest opened up in a bigger clearing, a trickling stream running straight through it, at first John saw nothing but when Brett released him and John stood on his own two feet, he could finally see the figures by the stream. All of his friends, Brett now joining them, sat around the stream, all waving for him to come over.

John quickly sat down next to George and smiled at them all. George hugged him and nuzzled his neck.

-Don't worry, John, everything will be fine.

John nodded to Simon's voice, shivering a bit as he plunged his feet into the stream. In the distant he heard a faint singing and in the horizon he saw a green, soothing light.

-It's the dryads, they're singing for them.

John looked at Brett and tilted his head. Brett seemed to know much more than any of the friends would like to think.

George quickly caught John's head as he tried to turn it, directing it to the stream.

-Keep looking at the stream, you don't want to see them.

John had reacted to sounds from within the forest, seeming to creep closer all the time.

-Who are THEY, Brett... George?!

He saw Simon cringe a bit at the raised voice and Timmy muttered something to himself, John seeming to be the only one left out. Brett turned to look at the green light in the horizon.

-You never have to leave, John... never.

John stood up and took a few steps backwards. George quickly sprang to his feet but John jumped backwards.

-What the hell is wrong with you!? What's going on!?

He hardly had time to react. He felt the vines grasp around his chest and thighs, tightening a very fast grip. Timmy rolled his eyes and looked at the stream. John screamed in agony as he felt himself more or less ripped of the ground and into the forest again.

John looked at George, the Great Dane, who, with a smile, returned the look.

-Hey, John... how about we pull up over there and...?

John nodded slightly and shifted down, returning his eyes to the road, a sly grin stretching his lips.

-Sure, why not, Timmy isn't to be picked up for another half hour anyway.

John felt George's hands slowly unzip his pants, John shivered at the wonderful feeling as he stopped at the side of the road.

John hung helplessly in the air, he felt the strange vines twine themselves around his neck, almost choking him but allowing enough air to slip through to keep him alive. He grabbed for the closest vine and tried to shred it with his claws. He hardly had the though before a vine wrapped around his wrist and he was lifted straight off the ground. He tilted his head backwards and closed his eyes.

His legs hung limp underneath him, dangling without any ground below them. He tried to helplessly grab another vine with his free hand but it didn't take long before it followed suit, being wrapped up with vine. John whimpered loudly and struggled hard, trying to get loose. A vine wrapped itself around his chest, squeezing all of the air from his lungs, pretty much paralyzing him instantly.

John kicked with his legs, he didn't know what was going but he doubted it could be good. Oh why hadn't he listened to his mom, he shouldn't have gone here. It didn't come as a big surprise when he felt two vines, one pretty sturdy, wrap itself around his thighs and the other one around his ankles. Now he was completely stuck, hanging immobilized in the air in some forbidden forest.

John patted George gently on the head and sat back up straight.

-Time to pick up Timmy, I think.

George wiped some sweat from his forehead and buckled his pants. John chuckled a bit and started the car back up, listening to George's strained breathing. George always had been such a breathless furre, suppose it came from his canine side, dogs panted often, right?

John suddenly felt a vine with thorns rip through his clothes, amazingly none touched his fur, he was never hurt except his pride and when the pretty cold air struck against his body. The cold only lasted a while, however, in an instant John was enveloped in a warm light, covering his entire body and providing a cover from the cold.

-Don't worry, John, you'll be fine.

That same voice from before whispered in his ear, it seemed to be so distant yet it caressed his cheek like a loving mother.

Now he hung naked, perhaps 9-10 feet above the ground and the heat was making his blood pump quickly. It tingled all over his fur, standing straight as a gust of cold air blew over his body, breaking the heat-barrier but it quickly wrapped him up again. The vines released his wrist but John knew it was pointless even trying now, it hadn't really hurt him yet and he doubted it wanted to.

His eyes widened as he suddenly felt a vine trace his buttocks, two smaller spreading them apart and then a shot of pain roared through his body. A bulb-like object suddenly burst his virginity, in more than one way. It wasn't an ordinary vine; it was slick and very smooth. He arched his head upwards and parted his jaws in a mighty roar... but the roar was quickly silenced as a similar vine pried itself into his mouth, a bit smaller as it fitted down a bit in his throat.

The vine that had recently opened his arse up shot a thick wad of something into him, and all John thought was whether it was poisonous or something. A short while after he felt the vine in his mouth swell a bit only to release a stream of liquid, sugary substance. John tasted the substance happily, drinking it down. This somehow seemed to please the plant as it pulled the vine out slightly from his mouth and released its' choke-hold a bit.

The vine in his arse slowly started to "hump" him, slipping in and out of him slowly, John imagined this was similar to how it felt to be raped... except for the sugary substance, he imagined sperm tasted much worse. The vine shot up further up in his arse, making arch his back a bit, moaning around the thick vine in his mouth, shooting wad after wad with that sugary substance down his throat.

John pulled over in front of an old apartment-complex and honked the horn. The door swung open not a second later as Timmy jumped out, running before he even landed. John opened the trunk and Timmy threw his luggage in, closing the trunk and entering the backseat of the car. George laughed and sunk down a bit in the seat, Timmy panting heavily and a pearl of sweat dripping down his cheek.

-You haven't been looking forward for this, have you, Timmy?

John chuckled and looked back at the road, only briefly seeing Timmy motioning with his hand, jerking off the air.

John gasped as the vines pressed even further up his inside, curling his toes in agony only to be soothed by the sugary substance. He went limp in all his body, falling backwards, only to be braced with the vines.

-That's right, don't struggle... it's just nature."

John nodded slightly to the voice, a warm, gentle touch flowed down his body and it was only now that John realized he had a hard-on. He opened his eyes again, staring up at the green ceiling of leaves.

He wasn't sure what to make of it, suddenly warm, soft walls closed around his throbbing member. A groan escaped his throat, a rumble he recognized as purring started in his throat. The wads of sugar had grown large constantly, but no matter how much he drank he felt he never got any fuller. Slowly what had to be a different sort of vine started to suck at his member, coating it with a fine layer of... something.

John struggled a bit, only to find that the grip around his throat tightened, once he stopped struggling the vine eased the grip as well. His breathing grew heavier, slower and deeper; his body released every muscle as he gave away to the complete sensation of love. The suction from the other vine grew stronger, just as the vine in his arse started to hump him faster, his mouth was slowly released from the intruding vine as it pulled back completely.

John stopped the car at the entrance of the wood and stepped out. Already there, waiting for them, was Brett and Simon.

-Yo, slowpoke, where ya been?

John looked at George and then back at Brett.

-We ran into some problems earlier.

Brett nodded, grabbing his gear and walking towards the car.

-Of course you did? Come on, Simon, time to go.

Simon nodded and headed over to the car as Timmy was helping Brett throw his gear into the trunk.

When all five friends sat in the car, John started it and stepped gently on the gas.

-Okay, guys, ready to go back?

All four nodded simultaneously and John didn't waste time, it had been nearly five months since they were last back, it was all too long to be gone from their loved ones...

John opened his mouth wide and roared, his eyes pinched together tightly. The vine suddenly exploded in his arse, making John see stars and colours. He couldn't help it, at the same time he felt the suction increase a lot, triggering John himself and the orgasm made his entire body shiver powerfully. In a state of complete helpless, John gave it his all and thrust his hips towards the plant, spurting his semen into it.

Hungrily the plant sucked at his member, the vine in his arse slowly pulled out, leaving a trail of thick liquid. John arched his back and struggled a bit, but this time the vine didn't tighten its' grip. As he felt the orgasm subside, his body calming down slowly in the cool, sweet air.

-Good boy... now sleep.

John nodded slightly and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth around his member disappear while a vine wrapped itself around his neck, thicker and sturdier than the last one... and his neck snapped like a twig...

He awoke to see Brett's face look down at him, licking his lips.

-You're reborn, black panther, you're reborn as her child now.

John snickered slightly and reached for Brett, pulling his head down as he grabbed his mane, his lips meeting his and they locked in a hot, hungry kiss. He felt several hands upon his body, touching and caressing in places that only recently were opened to others. As he broke the kiss with Brett, he smiled and spoke slowly.

-I don't know what you've pulled me into or why... but thanks.

Brett nodded a bit and smiled, caressing John's cheek.

-Mother always cares for her child, always, John, and now we've all five returned to her.

John nodded and sighed deeply, happily and content his eyes flowed up to the starlit night. He was finally happy again.