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Randal was sitting in front of his house with Darkthorn. They were both looking out over the town that had just been expanded upon. With all those they had rescued, the village size had nearly doubled again. Where once only forty or so huts stood, there were now eighty. The sun was just setting, bathing everything in a pink-orange glow.

The two had been talking at length about the recent events, trying to sort through them to come up with an answer, any answer, as to where they were exactly and how they got here.

"But what I don't get," Randal began, "is how these plants and animals around here came to be. I mean, it isn't really natural, is it? It's like someone designed all these plants for a specific purpose."

"But the question, then, is who and why?" Darkthorn's tone was contemplative. "This place is almost like a gay utopia. Makes me think of an amusement park really."

"How can you say that? There are far too many plants around that are downright deadly. How amusing could that be?"

Darkthorn shrugged, "Perhaps it was originally without those aspects. Hundreds of years on unchecked flora could have turned some wild. Like a rose garden that no longer has a caretaker."

"I could just see it, a big sign over the Gay Utopia Jungle in bright flashing lights."

"Hey, it was just a thought," Darkthorn shot back at the husky with a jovial glare. "Maybe this is some sort of experiment, maybe this is someone's hobby, or maybe we were all hand selected to play in some grand TV show where all we are is porn for some eccentric race of beings."

"Well, if I'm a porn star," Randal chided, "I want a raise. They aren't paying me enough. If this were on television, how far-fetched would all this sound? Prehensile vines, lust inducing pollen from plants, trees that want to drink your cum instead of drinking in sunlight. That would last maybe one season."

"Regardless," Darkthorn interjected thoughtfully, "we are here, there are plants that want your semen, and you have been sexually enhanced. Mind you, I am not complaining about it."

"No, you aren't. So have you and Mazurek been studying together? I don't see him very often around here."

"He's living in one of the huts just over there," Darkthorn pointed towards the spot where the jungle just crept up to the town's boundaries. "He's very knowledgeable when it comes to plants and animals. We've both found that our ability to commune with nature, be it my more scientific approach and his mystic, are somewhat lacking. He's been feeling slightly ill at ease because of it, but I'm sure he'll grow more social over time. He's very worried about his clan and his home."

"I can relate some." Randal's mind flittered back to the days just before he was snatched away and brought here. Though he remembers the others his age being mean and picking on him, he couldn't help but still feel some longing for his home. "But where else can you wake up and find a hundred vines vying for position to suck you off? I'm much happier here, with you."

People were beginning to gather around the center of town as they were going to have a small celebration tonight to commemorate the town's speedy growth. A huge bonfire was being kindled in a pit, and there had been just enough firefruit to accommodate everyone, though now the stock had been completely depleted.

The fruit had been soaking all day, filling the village with its tantalizing scent. The finishing touches of whipped cream were being poured over the mound of fruit. Randal was looking forward to this night, as he had had the firefruit once before. The memory of its sweet taste and lust inducing after effects was tickling his mind. The sun was now almost entirely gone, and the two walked down to the fire.

Darkthorn remained up on his feet while everyone else sat in a semi-circle around the bonfire. Everyone hushed up as soon as the wolf raised his hand. "Again I have the distinct pleasure of welcoming you all to our town. Not but a year ago we had doubled our ranks with those of you who assisted in the rescue of prisoners, and now again as those events have repeated themselves.

"I would like to bend all your ears for a moment or two before we all become intoxicated by our dessert. Firstly, I would like to thank all of you for trusting in me. I have asked much of you in the past year, and you have given back more than I could ever have asked for.

"Second, I would like to again thank those of us of the bovine persuasion here. Without your help, we could not have built our community shelters as quickly as we have. Both your mental strength and physical stamina have given the rest of us a boost..."

"Yeah, mostly up our tails," someone chimed in. A chorus of laughs and cheers filled the air.

Darkthorn smiled despite himself. It took a moment for him to compose himself before he continued. "Third, I would like to welcome all of you from the coast. As you have noticed, we all are appreciative of you joining our town. I hope that we have all made you feel welcome.

"Now I am sure you all are ready to dig in. So if you would please help yourself to the dessert, and we shall all retire to our homes for some much needed recreation."

Slowly the group began to partake of the fruit, grabbing generous handfuls of the sweet delight and disappeared into huts. Darkthorn and Randal waited until everyone had found their partner or small groups, and they were left alone outside. The two began to put the fire out, and then stood in front of the table were only three handfuls of dessert remained.

Randal was about to take the whole fruit into his muzzle, but the wolf's hand stopped him. Instead, Darkthorn took his fruit and cream and smeared a small portion of it lovingly over the husky's shoulder. He leaned in, licking at the fur and sucking down the sweet flavor and the familiar scent of the canine.

Randal's skin tingled with delight; the effect of the pollen inside the fruit was concentrated enough to affect him through his skin. As Darkthorn's lips trailed lower down his arm, the echo of the soft caressing remained. The firefruit preceded Darkthorn's lips as he traveled almost all the way down to Randal's hand. He stopped and stood back up, one hand holding the remainder of the dessert.

Randal took his cue and pushed some of his fruit against the wolf's neck. He smeared it gently into the fur and trailed his paw down the center of the wolf's chest. Randal pressed his lips to the fur, sucking and licking at the exquisite flavor. It was as if the taste of his mate and the dessert were made just for each other. He sucked and licked it off the fur, following the trail he made with the creamy fruit until he came to a stop just above the navel.

Darkthorn was panting hard, his dick pressing up out of his sheath like an angry dagger. He looked down at the husky on his knees and said with a raspy, intoxicated voice, "If you use that on my shaft, you'll make me want to breed you, and I'll cum for more than an hour. And so will you. I'm ready to become your mate, if you are." The wolf's eyes glazed over, not from a loss of intellectual faculties, but from the emotional and physical reaction to the fruit.

Randal said nothing; instead he took the remaining fruit and coated the wolf's length with it. He sucked down on the cock immediately, taking it down his throat and swallowing the last of his firefuit with it. He spent all of a second down there before a hand reached in under his arm and pulled him roughly to his feet. Darkthorn sank down and did to Randal what was just done to himself.

The sensations were intense, like his dick being shoved firmly into an undulating tunnel, then the warmth and slide as the wolf's lips took him to the hilt. He was blinded by the sensations as the fruit turned nearly every external nerve into a pleasure receptacle. His footing became unsure and he almost fell backwards onto the ground.

Swift hands gripped the husky, helping to ease him back into the house. They found the bed, somehow, and without any prompting Randal lifted his legs up for his mate, his back resting against the bed. He looked up to see a blurry wolf come into focus as the thick lupine member slid against, and then up inside his body.

A wave of fire seemed to wash over the husky's body as the cock became ever more embedded into his body. The wolf above him leaning down, muzzle meeting muzzle to kiss passionately as the wolf's dick slid against the ringed muscle. Randal's arms wrapped around his mates, pulling him tightly against his own body, and that's when he felt the fruit's true effect.

As the dick stroked inside his body, something warm and slick seemed to wrap around his own. As each thrust pushed the lupine cock into his ass, something jerked down on his own dick and forced pleasure into his body. .

"Harder," Randal begged, feeling the echoing pleasure against his own cock. Darkthorn complied without hesitation, slamming his shaft against the husky in quick, jerking motions. Each thrust translated back onto the husky's dick, banging against the outside of his knot with each needy thrust.

"Oh god," Randal begged, his eyes shut tight and his mind going numb from the pleasurable overload, "More, please... fuck me, hard, Darkthorn."

The wolf's teeth gripped the husk's neck, growling softly as the shaman broke free of his civil nature and took his mate. His hips bucked up sharply, attempting to bury his knot inside the tight hole. It forced its way slowly deeper, each thrust forcing the muscles wider.

A loud, primal growl vibrated the husky's throat just moments before the tie was completed, the husky's muscles clamping down tightly behind the bulge. Instantly his own cock felt a firm, warm grip around it, pulling and tugging his own knot. Both began to climax simultaneously, one filling the other. Streaks of golden-red pleasure flooded both bodies, sending shockwaves of muscle spasms. Each spasm felt like an ejaculation, like their entire bodies could cum, not just their cocks.

Randal held on for dear life, feeling the pleasure sweep across him while the teeth of his mate released his neck and howled out in triumph. It was rapture incarnate as the two shared their orgasms. Each twinge of delight echoed back to the other. Seconds stretched into minutes, minutes of stamina-draining delight. The minutes stretched into an hour of grunting, muscle-aching orgasms.

To both it had felt like a whole week, but in reality an hour had passed. They remained locked together, tied and exhausted while the fruit's effects slowly waned. Without really noticing it, Darkthorn's knot slipped free from Randal's well used ass. They slid under the covers with painstakingly slow motions, barely comprehending the movements until they lay against each other in bed.

Randal's last conscious thought that day filtered through his brain and out his mouth. "I love you, Darkthorn."

The wolf heard this message clearly, like he had been waiting to hear it all day. He responded in kind, "and I love you, Randal," before both were gripped by the darkness of sleep.