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Bo floated in the endless dark. Hands grabbed and tugged him back and forth, groping all over him, holding his arms as he tried to fight them off. More came; he whimpered and struggled, but they carried on until they covered him, pulling him apart, suffocating him. A blinding light appeared, and Bo fell for an eternity through a writhing sea of fear.

"Oof -- fuck --" Bo wheezed and groaned. Something nudged at his head.

"Up, slut."

Bo jerked upright and squinted, his eyes beginning to clear up.

"Hey, fuck you," he said to whatever had kicked him.

"Hmm? I thought he was taken care of, sir. Seems the bitch still has some fight in him."

Bo finished opening his eyes, then blinked and rubbed them, not sure he was awake. A bear stood there, arms folded, but it was wrong. He was . . .

"Green?" groaned Bo. He looked down, then back up at the bear. The bear still had a green body -- moss, Bo realized, with vines extending from various places around his arms and shoulders.

"Vines? What the-- oh." Bo looked up. The tree stared down at him. Bo curled his lip.

"Right you are," said Iggy. "Seems the usual treatment wasn't enough. You'll be able to get him under control, though, won't you, pet?"

"Yes, sir, we'll make a squirming bitch out of him by the time we're done."

"Eat a dick," said Bo to the tree. In an instant he was on the ground again, his head throbbing and his ears ringing.

"You shall not speak to our master in so disrespectful a manner!"

Bo picked himself up again and turned. A wolf stood snarling at him, next to an intimidated-looking otter who was bound and gagged on his knees. The otter seemed normal, but the wolf had the same freakish appearance as the bear -- mossy green skin and vines. He had a look of rage on his face that made him seem wild next to the calm bear.

"Soon we shall teach you the virtues of succumbing to your superiors, you impudent wench."

The bear rolled his eyes and sighed. "Why you gotta talk like such a faggot, Luke?"

Luke growled and flew at the bear. He had nearly thrown a punch when he was jerked to a halt and lifted from the ground. He hung, huffing and growling at the bear, held in the vines of the tree. Iggy gave him a shake.

"Luke, Boris, you two get along, or else."

The wolf thrashed. "But, master, will you suffer this unworthy slave to insult you so? And this treacherous, unaffected ursine, doing naught to defend your name!"

Iggy shook him again. "I don't care. Now behave, or you'll both be visiting the werewolves again."

The wolf fell silent, and the bear took a sudden interest in the moss on the ground.

"All right, then," said Iggy, lowering Luke to the ground and stroking his cheek with a vine.

"We brought him, sir," said Boris, gesturing at the otter. Iggy glanced over.

"Oh, yes, and what a beauty. You'll have fun stuffing that one. A perfect companion to our new toy."

The otter gave some muffled protest throguh the gag, struggling agianst his bonds.

"Hey, I'm no toy," said Bo; none of the plant-creatures answered him. Bo stood, huffed, and started to walk away.

"Where do you think yer goin', boy?"

"Uh, home?" said Bo. "I don't have time for this shit. I'm going to be so late to work." He turned with a haughty flip of his ears and hopped away. He'd hardly gotten started, though, before a vine caught him around the ankle, sent him sprawling onto the ground, and dragged him back to the bear.

"Not even, rabbit. You're ours now."

"I'm not a rabbit," said the hare.

"Whatever. Anyway, try to be a good bitch and maybe it won't be all that bad."

"The fuck I w--"

The bear wound a vine around Bo's neck and shoved his face into his crotch. Bo wrinkled his nose at the strong musk.

"Had a long trip over here. Get licking, slut."

Bo stayed still, glaring ahead at the bear's junk. Boris shrugged and plugged up Bo's nose with a pair of vine tips. The bunny held out for a short while, struggling against the vines, but soon opened his mouth to breathe, whereupon the bear stuffed his balls into Bo's mouth.

"Ooh, that's it. Start sucking if you want to breathe, boy."

Bo saw no other way. He started working his tongue over the mossy, musky bear balls, and Boris pulled the vines from Bo's nose and patted him on the head.

"There's a good bunny," said the bear. Bo almost wished the vines would come back to block his nose; the overpowering scent of the bear flooded his nostrils, making him feel a little lightheaded and maybe even . . . good. Yes, good. In the thickening fog of his mind, Bo decided it felt good to be an obedient bunny. He swirled his tongue around, sucking the bear's balls, cleaning the sweat from them while Boris groaned and clutched at Bo's head. With a satisfied growl, the bear pulled Bo away, then brought him up, nose-to-nose with his cock. It was just as musky as the bear's sac had been. From the tip dangled a glob of pre, which Boris ground into his captive's nose. Bo sniffed and let out a whimper.

"Like that, huh? Don't worry, bunny-boy, you'll get plenty more. Open up."

Bo obeyed, opening his mouth to take in the bear's thick member. His own throbbed; he went to touch it, but another vine held his arms down against his body.

"Didn't say you could touch yourself, boy. That's something you might earn."

Boris started thrusting into the bunny's mouth, wasting no time with gentle play. Bo gagged as the bear shoved into his throat. He kept going, humping into the wet warmth, and soon Bo rediscovered the joy of being used and began to suck, moaning around the bear's cock. Boris shuddered when he felt the hare's tongue press up against him; he gripped the long ears and thrust harder, his balls slapping against Bo's chin.

"Oh, such a good bitch. Ooh, but I gotta -- ugh --" Boris yanked Bo away. A string of pre trailed from his cocktip and broke, flying back into Bo's face and coating his nose in the musky scent he was coming to love.

"God, that's a hell of a mouth you got there, boy, but I've been saving this for a special occasion," said the bear with a grin toward the bound otter. "Wanna take over here, Luke?"

"Rather," said the wolf. Boris released Bo, who whined more as the bear's cock grew farther away. He made no attempt to run, but only knelt there, swaying a little, and this was soon of no concern: the wolf coiled his own vines around Bo, securing his arms to his sides again and pulling his knees up to his chest.

The wolf grinned down at the helpless bunny. With no further taunting, Luke shoved himself into Bo until his knot pressed against the bunny's hole. Bo squealed and squirmed, woken by the pain from his pleasant fog. It burned, and as the wolf drew slowly out and slammed in again, Bo whimpered and shook against the vines binding him. The wolf leaned over him.

"Perhaps now you'll find yourself more amenable to behavior befitting your station, my little lapine."

He thrust in again, rubbing against Bo's prostate and forcing a gasp and a shudder from the bunny. He grinned again and teased at the spot.

"Yes, that's it; surrender and let the pleasure of acquiescence consume you."

"I don't think that means what you th-- ooh," said Bo, his eyes rolling back as the wolf hit his sensitive spot again. Luke pressed again and again into it, reducing Bo to a moaning, writhing fucktoy.

Boris swaggered toward the otter.

"Oh, I'm gonna have _fun _with you."

The otter whimpered through the gag. The bear grinned and stepped closer.

"See, that bunny bitch did a decent job cleanin' down there, but he didn't get everywhere."

The otter's eyes widened.

"Oh, yeah. Looks like you got the idea."

Boris removed the otter's gag. The small fur worked his mouth and shook there on his knees. The bear untied him and, before giving the otter any time to move, wrapped him up tight in vines, binding his arms to his sides and holding his legs open wide. The otter's cunt glistened, betraying his enjoyment of what he'd been watching. Holding the otter there on the ground, the bear straddled him, positioning his rear over his captive's face.

"Start licking, boy." Boris lowered his rump until it ground into the otter's nose, forcing him to smell the bear's powerful musk. A muffled complaint came from under the bear's ass. Boris growled and sat fully onto the otter's face. The otter squirmed, unable to breathe, but the vines held him in place, and before long Boris felt a tongue against his tailhole.

The bear groaned and rubbed his rear over the otter's face again. The boy's tongue dug into the bear's crack, licking the musk from it. He became more eager before long, encouraged by the bear's satisfied grunts, and soon probed into the hole.

"Good bitch," growled Boris.

The bear reached down and gripped the otter slave's nipples, squeezing them hard before giving them a rough twist. A squeal was heard from under the bear's rear, and the otter thrashed against the vines for a few seconds before starting to arch up toward the bear's paws, moaning and slurping at the tailhole over his face. His sex twitched and dripped as he serviced his master; he whined and squirmed against the bear.

"Mm, such a needy little slut, aren't you? Be good and you'll get what you need."

The otter dove in, sucking at the bear's hole, switching between long, hard licks and quick laps, doing everything he could think of to please Boris and earn his reward.

After a last twist of the boy's nipples, Boris leaned over the otter, ass still pressed into his face, and sniffed at his cunt. Feeling the bear's hot breath so close to his lips, the otter let out another moan and tried to buck up toward it. Boris grinned at how utterly trapped his bitch was and let him writhe for a little while, teasing him with puffs of air. The bear shuddered at the otter's scent and huffed, but held out a bit longer. The otter whined again and lapped at the bear's ass harder and faster. Boris gave in, rubbing against the slave's cunt with his nose for a full dose of the delicious juices. His otter tensed up and moaned again before going back to slurping at the musky hole. Boris gave a hard, slow lick down the otter's slit, and the boy fairly melted, wriggling and gasping, taking in deep breaths of his master's scent. The bear lapped at the otter again, and again the boy let out a moan and tried to thrust up at the tongue.

"Heh, looks like my toy's all ready, huh?"

"Mmf, yes, sir," came the muffled voice from beneath the bear.

Boris ground his rear once more into the otter's face, then rolled onto his back and tugged at the boy's leash. "Up now, there's a good boy."

The bear groaned and tensed as the otter lowered himself onto the thick cock, writhing and letting out little moans as his master spread him open. Boris gripped his pet's thighs and thrust up into the boy's cunt, huffing each time it clenched around him.

Bo's moans and gasps grew more frantic as Luke began to force his knot in. The bunny struggled again, nearly wriggling his way out of the vines, but the wolf only wound them tighter around the bunny, until he wheezed and looked pitifully up at him. With a last squeeze to make sure Bo knew who was in charge, Luke went on shoving his knot against Bo's twitching hole, not the least bit distracted by the hare's whimpering.

After another rough thrust, the wolf's knot popped in. Bo squealed; Luke gave several short thrusts, tugging painfully against Bo's tailhole, then howled, tensing and shaking, pumping the little bunny full of his seed.

Bo panted and relaxed, glad that the wolf was done trying to pull him inside out, but it didn't last: Luke yanked against the bunny's tight ring, jerking again and again until his knot came free with a wet pop.

Bo squirmed uselessly, trying to make the burning go away.

Luke stood over Bo and eyed the hare's twitching length. Even in all the pain and indignation, the bunny couldn't help being turned on -- or maybe because . . .

Bo let out a whine, refusing to believe such a thing about himself.

"You've been such a good little slut for me. I gather you'd like me to do something with this now, wouldn't you, bunny?" The wolf, decidedly less verbose after a hard fuck, rubbed against Bo's shaft with a foot. Bo whimpered lightly, part of him resisting, but the need to cum and the comfortable pleasure of being told what a good bitch he was won him over.

"Y-yes, sir . . . please . . ."

The wolf grinned and straightened up. Bo looked up at him, still dazed by the breeding, unsure what Luke was up to, until a powerful, musky stream arced out from the wolf's softening cock and hit Bo in the balls. He gasped and writhed at the sudden pressure against that sensitive area, then moaned as the wolf moved it up, thoroughly marking the bunny's cock, belly, and chest before spraying his face with piss. Vines snaked into Bo's mouth, forcing his jaws apart, and the wolf directed the last of his stream into his bitch's mouth. Bo, in no position to do much else, swallowed as best he could, coughing at the end and filling his nostrils even more with the strong scent of wolf piss. Luke shook the last of it onto Bo, smirking.

Boris huffed and roared; the otter riding him moaned and writhed at the feeling of hot bear cum filling him. Panting, the bear pulled out and wiped himself off on the otter's fur. He lumbered over to Luke and Bo and chuckled at the state of the bunny.

"Bet yer ready to be a good boy now, ain't ya?"

Bo, somewhat disillusioned and less dazed now that it was all over, felt otherwise. He coughed, sending a mist of wolf urine toward the bear.

"Fuck off, fatass."

"Uh," said the bear. "Sir?"

A couple of vines descended from the great tree, who had been watching the events with possibly excessive interest, and brought Luke and Boris face-to-face with Iggy.

"What gives?" said the bear.

"I know not; 'tis an enigma," said the wolf.

Boris rolled his eyes.

Iggy squeezed him.

"Oof. Okay."

"He seems to have quite the strong mind," said the tree. "He gets somewhat overwhelmed and lost while it's all going on, but then he springs right back. Very unusual."

"Yeah, usually one encounter with you has 'em submissive for good, let alone all of us," said Boris. "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"

"Yes."

The bear grinned. "Time to make us a plantbunny."