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With nearly three weeks worth of traveling behind them, Darkthorn, Randal and Ganemede finally reached the Highstone Cliffs. For three days before reaching them, all that was off in the distance were trees, plants, bushes and the occasional parting of foliage to show the sky. The forest had become very thick in some places, but with luck they hadn't run into any dangerous plants or animals.

Now they were standing at the bottom of a sheer cliff. It was impossible how this rock face jutted up from where they stood. The plants had stopped thirty feet before the cliffs, as if someone had come along with a gigantic lawnmower and cut everything down. They walked up to the face where a giant crack in the wall was, like an upside-down 'V'.

A cool, salty breeze was blowing out of it and it was wide enough for three people to enter it side by side. It was pitch black and it gave Randal a feeling of dread.

Darkthorn pulled out a small bulb from his backpack. He smashed it hard against the rock wall, and it started glowing a vibrant yellow.

Randal looked at the crack, his tail tucking lightly under him. "So, we're going in there, is it safe?"

Darkthorn nodded, "Very. Just dark."

"Well, what's in there?"

"Nothing of importance, really. It's like a long, curved corridor that slopes downward. It's not a natural cave; someone cut it out of the rock. Let's go, there's a place inside we can rest, but it'll be a good three hour walk down, and then another two hours to the exit."

Darkthorn entered, followed by Randal with Ganemede behind. The cave felt cool, like the breeze was coming up from the bottom propelled by fans. The inside of the cave had smooth walls that looked slightly eroded.

"This doesn't feel right," Randal remarked.

"It's fine, I've been this way many times."

Randal's eyes soon acclimated themselves to the lighting conditions. He could see beneath his feet a rough stone floor with small pebbles strewn about, the yellow light muting the contours of what he could see. The walls were smooth, or at least looked like they were smooth, curving up overhead to meet seamlessly at the top. They walked in silence, nothing but the gentle padding of their feet to echo in the walls.

Three hours in they reached a large cavern about one hundred feet in diameter and curved like a dome. There were signs of old camps made here, but nothing recent. Darkthorn stopped near the center and sat down. The other two did the same.

Darkthorn placed the light-root down, rummaging a moment in his pack to take out some food rations, handing them out.

Ganemede looked rather uncomfortable here, his eyes darting bout while his ears stood up, listening.

"You OK, Ganemede?" Darkthorn inquired.

"Yeah, I'm OK. Just not too fond of closed spaces."

"Well, we're not closed in here. Ceiling goes up fifty or so feet here. It's like a small arena."

"I know, that's whut makes me feel a but uneasy."

Randal was about to say something when a small flash of red light caught his eye. He only saw it in his peripheral vision, and he quickly turned his head. Noticing, the bull stared at the pup, then in the direction he was looking.

"Whut, did yeh see something?" The bulls voice had a tinge of panic.

"Well, no, I thought I saw something, but I think it was just my eyes playing tricks on me." They both stared at the spot Randal had seen the flash come from, doubting if it were real or not.

"Can I take the light over there?" Randal pointed.

Munching away, Darkthorn lifted the root and handed it to the husky.

"Yer, not takin' that without me," Ganemede said, standing up quicker than Randal.

"Well, I'm just going to go look at the wall over there." He tried not to laugh, finding the bull's phobia a little amusing. He reached over and took the bull's hand, holding it firmly. "Come on."

They walked to the wall, leaving Darkthorn behind. The wall was smooth and dusty. Randal put his hand up, rubbing at the hard stone. It felt normal under his paw, and he started searching around a bit. He was at the spot he thought he had seen the light coming from.

"Whut, was it here? Inside the wall?"

"I don't know, it could have just been my eyes. You know, like at night you sometimes see a little flash when you turn out the light."

Randal still searched around with his paw, getting his fur dirty from the dust. Then his hand went over a small bump, something he wouldn't have been able to see in the yellow light. He put his paw back over it, feeling the bulge.

"Whut, what is it?"

Randal sighed, "Stop that, you're giving me the creeps."

"Sorry, didn't mean to. Just, you know..."

Randal looked back, smiling. "Yeah, sorry. Didn't mean to snap. But look," he said, pulling his hand away.

Ganemede put his hand there as well, feeling around. "Feels like a bump."

"Kind of funny though, the rest of the wall is smooth, except here."

Ganemede shrugged. "Ah, musta just been your eyes."

"Yeah," he said, feeling a bit stupid now. They both turned around at the same time, and they both screamed out in shock!

Someone had snuck up behind them, Darkthorn.

"DON'T DO THAT!" Ganemede yelled, palm held to his chest, his hand and body trembling lightly. "Yeh almost made me piss myself!"

Darkthorn was doing his best to hold back a smirk, though the mischievous look on his face was betraying his apologetic tone. "Sorry, just wanted to get a move on, that and I really don't like eating in the dark."

The bull growls a little, "Fine." He grabbed the light from Randal, handing it to the wolf and grunting, "Get goin', I wanna get out of here."

"OK, this way."

They walked down the winding tunnel, another half hour and they could see the dim light from the other entrance along with hearing the soft hissing of ocean waves. They stepped out from the cave into the cool, evening air. The ocean wasn't too far off; it could be heard behind the large jutting rocks that surrounded them. They had exited from a long protrusion of rock that seemed to extend far back, growing larger until it met up with the tall cliffs. It reminded Randal of a tentacle, the way it went in a nearly straight line, bulging and twisting a little bit here and there.

Another thing that struck Randal as odd was there weren't that many plants right where they stood. It was sandy, rocky, and devoid of the jungle-like trees and bushes. Instead he could see the tops of palm-trees, some bearing heavy, purple balls covered in fuzz, others bare.

"Well," Darkthorn said, "shall we get moving? There is a plant nearby similar to the trees we use back in the forest."

Before anyone could agree to the plan, something had come swooping up behind the wolf. It was almost double the wolf's size and had large wings filled with a vibrant plumage that dazzled both Randal and Ganemede as they flashed past. Darkthorn was grabbed by his shoulders and lifted with a surprised yelp.

For a second, Randal blinked. The flashing of colors under the wings had indeed stunned him for a moment, and that moment was long enough for another winged beast to swoop down, grab him and lift him off the ground.

He struggled, trying to free himself of the tight grip on his body while he was being whisked away, higher and higher into the air. As the panic ebbed, he stopped fighting, for surely a fall from the height he was at would result in death. He whimpered, looking ahead of him to see Darkthorn held as he was, being carted through the air and turning away from the cliffs.

As soon as he had stopped struggling, a voice spoke to him. It sounded like a parrot trying to speak, but with a much better grasp on the language. "Raaawk, if you struggle again, I'll drrrop you."

Randal looked up to see the head of this bird, looking at him while the wings beat against the air, keeping them aloft. If it weren't for the fact he was just taken against his will, he might have found this creature beautiful. It's face was similar to an eagle, it's eyes had dark pupils and deep, golden iris'. Its beak was yellow with two holes near the top for nostrils, and the beak hooked down with the top extending a little further than the bottom. Its feathers were orange and yellow, mostly yellow round the eyes and beak, sweeping back to a vibrant orange plumage. Its belly was white, with arms hanging down from its shoulders, elbows bent and its hands curled. The wings seemed to come out of its back with the undersides a rainbow of colors. Aside from that, the strong talon feet held him, its legs looking strong, both for walking and for carrying.

"What... why did you take us, where are we going?" Randal asked, his tone belligerent.

The creature chuckles, "Your being taken to the nests. We have need of new meat." A tongue came out, licking the side of its beak.

"Meat? I'm not going to end up a meal for some stupid bird!" With that Randal started struggling again, madly. He twisted in an attempt to break free, not caring if the fall would kill him now.

The bird squawked angrily, struggling to hold on. "I could bite your arms off. You wont be needing them where you are going." It snapped at him threateningly, which made Randal again reconsider his position. With arms he would have a better chance of escaping than he would if that beak snapped them off. He relented in his struggling and the bird looked forward, carrying him in silence.

They flew over large trees, heading for one of the biggest Randal had ever seen. It looked about 1,000 feet tall, branches thick and hanging out with large leaves and hanging pods. As he got closer, the one carrying Darkthorn and the other carrying Ganemede separated, each going to a different place inside the huge canopy.

Flown into one of the pods, Randal was dropped unceremoniously onto the soft, mossy floor while the creature carrying him landed a few feet away. Looking around, the pod seemed mostly empty, save for himself and the bird creature.

The being laughed a little, "Go ahead and try and get away, unless you can fly, it's a long fall down to the ground."

Indeed, he was not stopped as he went and looked over the edge, seeing nothing below him but leaves and branches, and nothing above but the thick stem holding the pod in place. He turned, looking at the creature. "So, I'm here, now what?"

The bird stepped closer, making Randal flinch slightly. He walked up to the canine, and it was obvious it was a he, for beneath the feathers began to extrude a pink, thick, moist looking appendage that had more movement than Randal thought it should.

As the bird reached Randal, he wrapped his wings around him and held his arms tightly. "Now you help with the eggs," the bird said.

"Eggs?" Randal hadn't seen any there, unless they were hidden away under the moss. "What eggs?"

"The ones we make," said the bird. A flapping sound signaled the arrival of another bird, followed by a thud, and then the sound of legs stomping against the mossy floor lightly.

Randal's heart started thumping in his chest, not being able to see what was going on outside his prison of feathers made him uneasier than the ride here. Questioned formed inside his head, a dozen in the span of half a second, and they were all answered just as quickly.

Something began to slither around his legs, a warm, moist set of tentacles slipping around him. They felt soft and squishy, like slugs. They wrapped up his legs and the legs of the bird holding him, slipping around and making his fur damp and matted.

A sudden hissing sound and the entire pod was quickly enveloped in a fine mist, the same as the pollen from the forest that was so apt to make one become a sex-crazed fiend.

The inhalation of this new scent tingled Randal's nose. It gripped at his lungs and then pulsed through his body, instantly making him aroused and needy. In his new state, he no longer saw this bird as the abductor, but now saw him as the means for relieving his sudden and overwhelming need.

Before he could act upon his instincts, the prehensile avian cock slipped around his own, holding it at the knot and squeezing rhythmically. This made the canine nearly fall to the floor in exquisite delight, and he would if it were not for the hands holding him up. It squeezed, pulsed, and coiled around his dick, smoothing his shaft with the bird's precum. Then something slipped around his and the alien cock, a warm, moist, supple grip of the tentacles slipped around both, and began to milk him slowly.

His legs shook and he leaned into the birds grasp, arms wrapping around the feathered body and holding tightly. The grip on his cock was two fold, that from the writhing, pulsing dick wrapped around him, squeezing him, and the sickly moist sensation of the tentacle holding them both together.

It didn't take long for Randal to begin pulsing out his cum, timed perfectly with the release of his captor. As his dick ejected his cum, the one around him did as well. He could feel the globs of semen pulsing up the curled shaft, mixing with his own and spilling into the tube that gripped them.

The bird released Randal, who fell to the mossy floor in the grip of the tentacles holding his legs. He felt the prehensile cock slip out, and the tentacle holding his own shaft tightened and settled in against him.

The bird shook his wings, folding them up and crossing his arms over his chest. "Now you feed the egg until it hatches."

Randal looked down, seeing an odd white, oval shaped bulge at the middle of the small grouping of tentacles, the egg was held inside this transparent chamber of... whatever was holding his dick. He could also see another bird, which had just done the same thing with another creature Randal didn't recognize. He was green and had leathery skin, and was lying on his back, panting. He resembled an iguana, from what Randal had seen of them in schoolbooks. His face was distraught, held in the throws of ecstasy as two tentacles held both his dicks.

Before more could register, something had slipped up near his face and spewed out more of the lust-inducing mist. Randal suddenly felt as if he hadn't just cum, that his reserves were now almost full again, aching for release. As he lay back, mind drunk on the bliss forced upon him, he could barely feel the arms of the lizard grappling him, holding him gently as the soft scale-like skin rubbed against his fur.

The birds then spoke to each other before leaving, one saying to the other, "I will get the first watch, you attend to the Yelthar."

"Agreed."

Randal opened his eyes, feeling himself being pulled inexorably towards a second orgasm. The lizard whispered in his ear, holding tighter as his own orgasm began to rock his body again. "Relax, it will feed once more, then let us rest."

With that Randal felt his muscles spasm, cum shooting from his erection again, feeding this egg the sperm it demanded. Held by the four arms wrapped around him, he could feel the other body jerk and twitch as both were milked of their fluids.

As the bliss subsided, Randal opened his eyes to look up at this lizard. In a breathy tone, and one that was more fatigued that panicked, he asked, "Who... are you?"

"Mazurek," the other spoke. "Captured and trapped here for days beyond my count. You are?"

"Randal." The canine took a deep, relaxed breath. "What... what is this thing?"

"It is an egg breeder, it takes the semen of two Velcurions, the birds, and then feeds off three others to make an egg. It is how they reproduce."

"Three? But there's..."

"Yes, just me and you. My species always has two penises', which seems to make me very valuable here. I am a shaman, gifted with four arms. Though here, my link with nature seems less than what it was before."

Randal sat up, feeling the grip on his shaft tighten a moment. "Shaman, like a magician?"

Mazurek laughed, "Oh no, much less mystic than that. I just have a way of communicating with nature, and asking it to help me. One can never force nature, only ask."

"Oh, sorry. But, how long will we be here, and what of the other two I was with?"

"The egg feeds for a week. They will keep us here, feed us, and then place us in pens until we are needed again." He lowered his voice considerably, "but let us not speak of such things now, for we are being watched." Mazurak nodded to the opening, where there must have been a Velcurion outside, watching and listening.

"But you must relax, it will take us again soon, and once every hour or so."

Randal lay back, feeling his strength drained. If indeed this were going to suck him dry every hour, he would need his strength, despite the boost of energy the pollen gave. "I thought only the plants made that pollen, is this some sort of plant?"

"Well, it is, in a way. It is across between an animal and a plant, the way it takes cum and converts it. Since the energy that is inside cum is so high, it uses that to make the egg you see. Then it is done making the egg, it will hatch, making a new Velcurion. It takes one of them for the base of the eggs seed, and then feeds off others to help it to grow. Until they were capturing people, they would have to do this themselves, but now that they know others can feed it after the initial gift of sperm. It is the first that determines what kind of creature it makes."

"I never new there were ways of making children here. I thought that you needed a female to have sex with."

"Well, seeing as there are no females here, for some reason this place provides. If you know where to look."

Randal had a curious thought, he wondered if Darkthorn new of such things. Being as experienced in this place as anyone he knew, surely he would have found something that could produce children. But if he knew, why keep something like that a secret?

An avian flew in at that moment, carrying two bulging pouches and a roughly woven basket. It dropped the items and was off, saying nothing.

"Food and water," Mazurek said. He slipped away from the canine, moving to the parcels and taking them back to the canine. "Drink, your body will need it. It's sweet and very safe. They wouldn't want to kill off their feeders."

Randal took the skein of water, opening the simple rawhide cord that held the end shut, and drank of it. It indeed was sweet, like cotton candy. It was too sweet to drink quickly, so he sipped it as a piece of gray bread was handed him. He munched it, finding it a bit salty, which helped to cut the sweetness of the water. They ate, speaking of things. Careful as to what was answered, though Mazurek told of how he was out with a hunting party, and had gotten intrigued by a plant he had never seen before. Upon inspecting it, he was quickly grabbed and taken inside, given the same treatment as Randal had during his journey here.

During their discussion, Randal had asked a question that formed in his mind. "So, your home, you had no technology?"

"We did, but we did not use such things unless absolutely dire. Our ancestors had grown too accustomed to such things, and when society had collapsed from war, we retained the knowledge and means but avoided the use."

"But, you had explored you world entirely, had maps and everything, right?"

"Yes, out ancestors left us knowledge beyond our needs."

"Was there a diamond-shaped continent in your home?"

"No, ours was scattered islands, nothing two terribly large save for the main land, which we never went to. Our ancestors had cities there, we stayed away unless we desperately needed something our own hands could not provide."

"So..."

"We come from different worlds, yes. I had surmised that shortly after coming here. Did you not know of this truth?"

Randal felt a small pang of longing for his home. He was always thinking, perhaps, that going back was attainable. It was this idea alone that had really caused his survival isntinct to flourish. But now the truth was in the open, Darkthorn had never lied, only not given the whole story. He was angry at the wolf now, despite understanding his reasons for keeping such secrets. He snapped himself out his reverie; the lizard was looking at him calmly, waiting.

"Our leader, the one who came here for supplies, did he not know of these birds?"

"I doubt so, unless he has been here within the last two years. From what I have gathered, pods had taken a bunch of them all at once. They all woke here from the pods. They are an egotistical race, believing their kind is the superior. Hence they have no problems keeping... slaves."

Interrupting the chat, the egg-sack had secretly moved a tendril up to them, spitting the pollen into the air directly at their faces. Shortly the two were caught inside the throws of ecstasy, feeding the egg to make more of these avians, the ones that held them captive.