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If there was ever a time when Randal thought too much sex was possible, it was four days into the torture he was enduring. It was pleasure, yes, but it was also a forced routine that left his muscles sore. The comfort of his new friend assisted him from going completely ballistic, as he was only given short bursts of rest between the milking of his sperm. Those four arms had a way of comforting him even when the blissful unconsciousness of long term sleep was deprived of him. Every hour on the hour a jet of pollen would suffuse his face, forcing his body to react, get hard, produce sperm and then ejaculate it.

When the last of it was done, a week after he had been put here, the tube slipped off his sore, raw skin; his shaft returned to its dark hiding place. Randal was asleep in no time. He did not feel his body being lifted, carried out of the hanging pod and dropped without care in a large nesting area along with Mazurek, his new friend, and the two others that had been kidnapped with him.

Sleep took him over; hours of the much-needed rest claimed his body for more than a day. He did not awaken during that time, his mind enveloped in dreams, of his home and his life in the forest. They flowed from one to the other and back again, as if both were connected in some simplistic manner and one only needed to step slightly to the side to shift between them.

He awoke from his dreaming finally, his body was sore with the ache of extended sleep. He felt refreshed and dizzy. His departure from sleep had brought over Mazurek, who seemed to have recuperated with greater speed. A drink was brought to Randal's lips, which he drank from gently. The water was cool and fresh, and it made him feel better as it slipped down his throat and into his stomach.

"Your friends are awake," the lizard said. "They are resting still, the eggs take much out of you."

"You seem all right though," Randal said with a wavering voice.

"Ah, well, I have a greater stamina and endurance than most here. A blessing, and a curse it seems. Drink though, you need to replenish your fluids."

Randal took more, drinking down the entire skein and then standing back. His footing was unsure, but he was stable enough to stand without help. He looked around, seeing the large nest they were in, the smooth walls extending up thirty or so feet around the edges, an impossible climb without assistance. There was plenty of room though; almost half the village could have easily fit inside this place.

There were a few others here, roughly fifteen or so, including Darkthorn and Ganemede. There was a small area set up for what appeared to be recreations; a leathery ball was being kicked back and forth between some of the other captives. Another section had beds with roughly woven sheets and lumpy mattresses.

Darkthorn had wandered over, a look of great concern on his face. The moment Randal saw him a sudden rush of mistrust flushed through his mind. An urge to yell at the wolf rose up inside the husky, but he squelched it and threw a smile on his face.

"Are you all right?" Darkthorn inquired?

"Yeah, sore, tired, but I'm OK."

Darkthorn nodded, "I'm really sorry, I had no idea that these... birds were here. Mazurek told me all about them when I had woken up earlier today. Ganemede was up before I was, he had already been making rounds and figuring out where we were and who was here."

"Yeah, Mazurek told me all about it while we were... umm..."

"Yeah," Darkthorn interjected. "I'm sorry, had I known about them, I wouldn't have been standing out in the open like that."

"Don't worry, right now we have more important things to worry about than apologizing for the past. We got to find a way out of here, because if these birds know we came through the pass, chances are that they might send scouts there and find," he looked around a moment, seeing no one except the lizard nearby, "the rest of the village."

"Yes, that was my concern too." Darkthorn looked at Mazurek, "Do you have any ideas?"

The lizard had been very silent until then, remaining outside the conversation until he was spoken to. "No, and I have looked. They don't guard the prison here, there's no way down unless we can fly, and we're up quite a ways."

"Well, there has to be a way, I mean..."

Darkthorn's words were cut off as a small flapping sound was heard overhead. A few of the birds were flying over and dropping down baskets of food, but that wasn't the interesting part. Two of them seemed to be fighting over something small and silver, wings beating against each other as they squawked at each other. There was a tussle; they fell a few feet in the air right over the three. Something shook loose and the object fell down, nearly smashing into Randal's head.

Randal looked at it and then up, noticing the two were still fighting. On instinct, he put his foot over the small metal object; hiding it from view and making it look like he was just standing around. Neither Mazurek nor Darkthorn looked down at him. With inconspicuous expressions they remained looking skyward. A few seconds passed and the two stopped fighting, looking around below them now for the lost object. When one of them looked at Randal directly, that split second he felt a pang in his chest, like that bird knew he was hiding it. He crinkled his eyebrows together as he looked back, and the bird's gaze shifted elsewhere.

They circled a few times, apparently looking for the lost object until one of them punched the other it the arm. A small scuffle now broke out, several others swooping in to break up the fight. After some conversation, it seemed they both were out of luck, and they flew away.

When they were gone, Randal reached down and picked up the object, palming it to hide it from anyone's view. As if on cue, Mazrek and Darkthorn both stood closer together, to shield the husky from any one else's view.

Mazurek spoke, "Sit, and hide that. I shall get us a food basket, so we don't draw attention to ourselves."

Both the canines sat down, Randal putting the ball in between his legs and ignoring it. The lizard returned shortly with two baskets, sitting down and opening it. Inside each basket were an assortment of fruits and vegetables and two skeins of the sweet water.

After taking some food out, Randal pulled the ball from between his legs and looked at it. It felt heavy, like it was made of solid metal. It was dirty, tarnished and scratched, with lines cut in all around it. He turned it over and over in his hand, examining the object until his finger felt a slight indentation. He pulled it close to his face, leering at the spot. It looked like a small hole, about the size of a toothpick. He wanted to examine it more, but Darkthorn cleared his throat gently and Randal shoved the ball out of sight.

A fox came walking over, holding a green, half-eaten fruit in his hands. "Hey, did you guys see where that thing was that dropped. Those birds were pretty ticked off about it going missing." He sank his teeth into the fruit, slurping away some of the tangy flesh.

Mazurek shook his head. "No, we did not."

The fox looked from one to the other. "Must have been something important, if they were squabbling over it."

Again, Mazurek spoke, "Perhaps it was some small rodent that dropped here, and is now burrowing into the nest and making a home."

The fox suddenly lifted a foot, looking down at the floor. "Ugh, I hope not. Last thing we need is another parasite lurking around here."

"Indeed," Mazurek replied, and said no more. After a moment or two, the fox walked away. "He is someone not to trust. He speaks to the birds, telling them what we do. He thinks it endears them to him."

Randal gave a firm snort through his nose. "Why don't you just beat the hell out of him, let him know you wont put up with such things."

"Well, violence might stem his actions, but he is doing it out of survival for himself. I cannot blame him for such, even it if makes life difficult for others. He only does it because he sees a way out of here if he can make them like him enough."

Randal's eartips flushed slightly.

"I suggest," Dartkthorn said, "that you find a good place to hide that. The birds will be by soon to play one of their games. Best if it's not discovered."

"Games?"

"Yes, " Darkthorn continued, "they come by in the evening and relieve themselves with us. Put that away under your bed."

"Randal nodded, and stood up with the basket in his hands. He walked over to the bedding area, sat down and finished eating some of the food that was inside. He kept looking around carefully, making sure no one was watching him. When he felt comfortable, he leaned down to put the basket on the floor and slipped his hand under the lumpy cloth, tucking away the metallic ball.

He sat back up, finishing off the last of his meal, feeling rather full and lazy by now. The sun would be setting rather soon, and energy of apprehension and nervousness was creeping through the big nest. He watched as Ganemede wandered over, sitting next to him and rubbing his head.

"Yeh feeling OK, pups?"

"Yes, just nervous. Did..."

"He did. Don't talk about it right now. Gotta think 'bout the games the birds are gonna play. I hear some can be pretty mean, but they don't damage us, but some can be pretty annoying. If you want, I can guard you, make sure nothing bad gets to you."

"Thanks, but I think I'll be fine. Almost not sore anymore, though I'd rather stay away from sex for another day or two."

"Yeah, me too. Was quite drained, and mighta thought it was fun, if I wasn't just snatched off like that." The bull put his arm around the husky's shoulders, hugging him close for a few moments.

The two spent a little while talking and huddled against each other, Ganemede holding the husky in front of him, arms wrapped around his chest. They talked about nothing in particular, just letting time pass.

All too soon, the sun began to dim behind the edge of the nest, causing a bit of uneasiness to settle in. People were milling about, not talking or looking around. Soon enough, some of the Velcurions began taking seats around the top of the nest, watching those down inside with an eerie silence. It didn't take long after the nests edge was half full of birds, their bodies seated and wings folded neatly about their bodies.

Randal was milling around with those that he knew, waiting for whatever "festivities" were about to start. A few moments wait was all he needed when a few of the bird stood up from their perches. Those that stood seemed to have large sacks with them, wriggling and twisting with some unknown life.

"Root-grabbers," Dakrthorn whispered to them. "Like in our valley. One of the others was talking about some of the things they do. The roots wrap around your legs and latch onto your dick for a single load, but those caught get jumped by a bird and mated."

"And those that don't get caught?" Randal almost didn't want to ask the question.

Darkthorn and Mazurek both pointed to a big cage being lowered, but Mazurek was the one who spoke. "It's some sort of sea creature. Can live on land a while before it dries up. It's released when the ones captured are all taken to the edge to be mated. It normally pulls you under water and breathes with you, keeping you alive beneath the surface. Safe, mostly, but it has a strong hunger, and can feed from a hundred easily. Your choice, sex with the birds, or being mated by that slimy thing."

Randal suddenly beamed an idea. "Dakrthorn, what if we all try and get caught to be mated, so we can all get vantage points around and see where we are? I can get the ball and throw it, maybe distract enough of them so we can..."

Darkthorn's eyes lit up, giving the husky a quick look that replied better than words could. In less than a second the husky was moving around people to the bedding area. Ganemede was behind him, moving with him as if to make it look like they were going to seek cover. The bull moved up quickly, knocking over a fur or two as he did so. His arm slipped around the husky, lifting him like a child being taken to punishment.

Randal looked up, instincts making him react defensively until he saw who was carrying him. "Quicker," was all the bull had said, several of the others moving out of the way, one or two shaking their heads in annoyance.

They reached the bedding area just as the bags were dropped around the nest. Both were now in a good spot to get captured by a root-grabber, but not quite close enough to make it. It was going to be a tight fit, reaching the bed where the metal ball was stowed.

"Fuck!" Ganemede spat, his pace quickening and catching the attention of the four closest grabbers. He dropped the husky roughly, sprinting off ahead to try and take the attention of the roots so the husky could reach the bed. The bull slipped around a few mattresses, a grabber snaffling his leg and trying to grab the other to trip him. The bull was quicker than the vine, his leg barely slipping from the grasp as he hobbled along. He picked up another with his hand, the root wrapping his arm up and reaching for his other arm, he only hoped he had given the husky enough time.

Randal slipped in between the mattresses, the bull had done his job. The bed was just four feet ahead of him when something wrapped around both his ankles. The husky went face-first into the dried-mud flooring of the nest. His face stung as a small but sharp stick poked his left shoulder, pricking the skin and drawing blood onto his white fur. He growled, his hand only a foot away from the bed.

The root began tugging at his legs, demanding its victim stop trying to escape. Another was close by, the flash of it slithering caught the husky's peripheral vision. He growled, dig his claws into the dirt and yanked himself forward.

He reached the edge of the bedding with little precious time to spare. His hand shot under the mattress, finding the metal object and pulling it back. Palming it as best he could, he felt the root grabber around his legs wind up to bind him, slipping a hollow end over his sheath and inside to find his dick.

He rolled over, seeing the bull being lifted and pulled away by two birds towards the edge, no doubt for them to take their pleasure from him. His vision then became blurred as hands gripped his body, one of which painfully clawed at his small wound. He grunted, closing his eyes and almost dropping the object in his hands. He concentrated, thinking about keeping the ball close and hidden in his hand as he was lifted up and away.

He blinked through the flapping of wings to see the edge of the nest and was dropped on it roughly. Rolling to his front, he used his body to help hide what was in his grip, lifting his ass up to grab the attention of the Velcurion right behind him. His upturned tail was immediately filled painfully with the prehensile cocks the avian creatures had.

"Argh! Dammit, lube it would you?" he growled back, feeling the friction burn against him.

"You'll like it enough, you slaves always do," the bird responded. The bird pushed his dick into Randal's ass, sliding into the heat of the canine's body.

Randal was soon subjected to one of the most love-less matings of his life. This being that was taking him cared not for the act they were making, but only for the satisfaction it gave. He could feel it in the way the hips thrust against his body, demanding entry from something no more valuable than a sex doll.

Randal's fingers pressed against the ball as the pain ripped through him, a stinging, pulsing throb as the cock started snaking into his body. The intensity of discomfort was short lived, the muscles relenting and allowing the unwelcome invader purchase. Something in the ball gave, a click was felt as his claw pushed against something, and the ball began to become warm and vibrate.

The only thought Randal had was that this was some sort of bomb. An image of his body splattering everywhere, taking a bird or two with him filled his mind with a sickening satisfaction. Death, however, was not on his list of things to experience today.

He pulled his arm out, which was easier since the bird behind him was now pumping his hips against his ass, squawking and pecking at those trying to get too close for their share of the canine ass. He shimmied his hand out, holding the vibrating ball, which was now starting to hum loudly. He tossed it as best he could towards the edge of the nest, but his heart sank when it limply flopped a few feet away from his head.

"Fuck!" he grunted, the ball wiggling on the muddy sticks and making a nuisance.

But that nuisance was exactly what Randal had wanted.

A Velcurion quickly tried to move over and snatch it, followed by another who wanted the object as well.

"Let go, it's mine!"

"I saw it first!"

"Give it!"

Without much provocation, it became a brawl to get the object. Those that weren't fucking or not too far away to see it were soon engaging in an intense, babyish "it's mine!" game.

At that point Randal's mind focused on what was going on with his own body. The bird had finished himself, squirting the load of cum and pulling out. He quickly jumped over the husky, ignoring him and the root-grabber that was trying, in vain, to take a load from the husky.

The vibrating, humming metal ball was being tossed, shucked, grabbed and kicked around in an all-out battle for ownership. More and more began to join, leaving those captured either unattended, or being roughly screwed.

And just as nothing could get worse, a loud crashing sound, like that of a huge wave smashing against rocks enveloped the area, echoing. Randal's ears pinned back in the direction of the sound just before a sudden gust of salty wind whipped past him. He felt the nest shake as if an earthquake were rocking the planet, causing him and many others to scream in fear.

Randal turned his head slowly, not wanting to see what was behind him. This high up, he could see over the edge. His vision turned slowly, from the squabbling birds, to the blue sky, to the tops of the trees below. It shifted slowly until the sands of the beach, then to where the ocean had receded a gut-wrenching distance. Dark sand and smooth rocks were now visible even up here. The wave built up and crashed back over, flooding the area just past the sand, washing most of it away.

And then Randal felt his stomach cave in, like a black hole had opened up inside his body. There, he saw it...