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Randal awoke to a soft suckling on his nipples. He opened his eyes and tried to stretch, but the vines still held him inside the pod firmly. There was light in the pod, a small crevice above him had opened and was illuminating the red-orange walls of his prison. The phallus shaped vine was still inside his muzzle, which was still clamped shut by the stalk. He looked down to see his skin now pinkish and without fur, and two vines holding gently onto his hardened nipples, the sensations they were causing had aroused him from his slumber.

The feeder vine in his muzzle began to secrete more sweet fluids, and Randal had little choice even if he wasn't hungry. He sucked and chewed on the vine, stimulating it to give him more, filling his stomach. He tried to stretch again, and the vines tightened slightly to prevent him from escaping. The nectar from the plant was quite delicious, if not a little thick.

After his meal, Randal began to wonder exactly why it was that he was warned against this place, of the rumors of people disappearing. If this is what awaited someone, he would have wandered into the forest much sooner.

A strong suckling on his cock brought him from his meandering, and he closed his eyes while the plant serviced his knotting dick. It seemed to Randal that this fate wasn't so bad, actually. The sleeve that serviced him, bringing him slowly to orgasm, locking around his knot, then gently milking him as he sprayed forth his spunk, was more than enjoyable, certainly better than his own paw. He saw stars again when his muscles contracted the first few times when ejecting his seed, and the vines seemed to be more of a strong hug than restraints.

Outside, the pod was being shuffled around the tree-tops by leaves and branches, searching for a good spot to plant the pod once it was done feeding. Randal didn't notice this, even after the third day of being captive, milked for the tenth time, fed from the pod's feeder, and slept.

Randal awoke on the fourth day, feeling a bit sick. Though the pod could sustain him, the singular diet was making him feel ill, and his bowels began to cramp from the vine and the natural chemicals in the nectar. His last feeding of the pod was followed by a firm thud as it was dropped a few feet to the ground. The shell started to crack around him, and the ooze soon gushed out leaving him soaked with the fluid.

As if a switch had put flipped, the vines around him grew brittle and darkened, releasing him from his bonds. He crawled up to the side of his prison, and pushed at the crack. It was easy to split the brittle shell open, and he emerged from the pod feeling a bit cold and quite sore, some of the goop still on him. He was hairless and looked quite the sight.

Randal turned back to watch the pod split open completely, just in time to see a basketball sized sack bury itself into the ground with quick moving, sharp tendrils. He scratched his head, sitting down in the clearing and wrapping his arms around his body.

"Have a good ride?" a voice from his left asked.

Randal turned sharply as he scrambled to his feet. A seven foot tall equine stood there, muscled out, cock half hanging down his leg, looking like a testament to gym-advertisements everywhere. His deep brown skin had the smallest layer of fuzz, and his eyes were calming to the husky.

"I... I... uh, was just, it wasn't, I need..."

"To go back home, right?" the horse said, finishing off the stuttering puppy's words. "Well, that I doubt will happen. You're probably a thousand or so miles from your home. This is the Kalderan Forest."

Randal looked shocked at the horse, wondering if this was some ruse.

"How rude of me, name's Falroth, I'm part of the greeting committee here."

"Committee? You mean, there are more people here?"

"Yes, there are quite a few of us actually. There is a village about two days walk from here."

Randal looked stunned, not sure what to do. Being hairless, nude, cold, and shaking gently, he just wanted to go home. He wanted his bed, his mom and dad, even the teasing of the other kids. Three days away from home, kidnapped by some freakish plant, dropped naked, cold and hairless who knows how far from home was more than unsettling.

Falroth interrupted his thoughts, as if knowing what was on the pup's mind. "If you think you'll try and make it home, you can't. You're in a deep valley. But don't worry about that for right now, I'm sure you want to warm up a little?"

Falroth held up a grey cloak, a little shabby looking, and a bit big for the smaller pup. He took it, wrapping himself up and putting the hood over his head. Falroth gingerly pulled Randal close to him, warming him up with a gentle hug. "Don't worry, it'll be OK."

Randal looked up, his arms caught between his body and the equines. "But... what about..."

Falroth put his finger to Randal's muzzle, "Don't worry about that for now."

Randal felt a poking around his belly, as the horse's dick pressed up against him and was suddenly very noticeable. The pup felt very ashamed, "I... I can't stay. This isn't right, I want to go home," he woofed, sounding like a spoiled child for the moment.

The equine rested his head atop Randal's. "Just relax, it'll be OK," he soothed.

Randal put his arms around Falroth and hugged him back. He felt a great warmth rising inside his gut. The feeling of the strong, musky equine stirred his recently well serviced shaft into an erection. Randal had always been attracted to bigger, stronger males, and the equines grip on him was sending his senses into overdrive.

"The pod has changed you," Falroth said. "They infuse your body with enzymes that make you more, horny. They let you produce more cum, since there are many plants and animals here that live off cum. No one knows why or how that happened, but almost everyone here hasn't complained, much."

Randal put his head firmly against the muscled chest. He was speechless, listening to Falroth as the equine told him about the forest, the pods and the village, all the while distracted by his own half erect dick.

"We really should get going, as much as I would like to enjoy some time with you, it'll be dark soon, and we want to find shelter before that happens. There are some unpleasant beasts in this area."

Randal nodded, and was released from the warm hug. He followed Falroth through the trees. Falroth was quiet for the walk, checking back occasionally, and making sure that the pup was close at all times.

After a while they stopped abruptly, Falroth putting up his hand to silence anything from the pup. Randal leaned over carefully, looking at what caused his guide to stop suddenly.

A few yards ahead of them, a large looking round ball of fur with stubby legs was there, and from what Randal could see, it was its backside. A small, puffy tail was waggling, and it was sitting, if you could call it that. Falroth pushed Randal back a little, motioning to stay as still and quiet as possible.

The ball of fuzz, about five feet in diameter, turned around slowly. Its head came into view, and an odd looking thing it was. A small snout was on the end of its face, rooting around the ground as it turned. Its eyes were large and brown, and it resembled much of a bear's head, save for the long snout. It capered more than walked as it turned around, searching the ground, and Randal couldn't see why this thing was so dangerous.

There was a sound off to the left, and the beast suddenly pounced off in that direction at an amazing speed. Falroth turned and looked relieved, "A jugaran. Nasty beast, wont kill you, but if it gets its body on you, you'll be stuck to it for a few days." They made their way a little further, finding a cave.

"We'll sleep in here. You'll be OK, there's a reserve of food here, and the vines will protect us from any late-night predators." He ducked into the opening of the cave, and the vines shuddered and dropped onto him, then just lifted back up. "Come on, they wont snare you."

Randal stepped in, and the vines did the same thing to him, dropping onto him, looping around a bit, then just leaving him alone. He walked into the cave, and there was some salted meat waiting for them. Falroth handed him some, and sat down, observing the husky.

"The vines only react to creatures, not those of us brought in by the pods." Randal listened as he ate, the meat a welcome relief, especially from the last few days of juices he fed upon. "The jugaran, just like almost everything else here feeds off semen. Some are nice about the way they feed, some aren't, and some can be almost deadly. You'll be OK as long as you are with me, so don't worry.

"The vines we passed will snag any creature, and pull it away from the cave. They're rather relentless, and offer a good amount of protection for us in here."

Randal finished his food, and found himself rather needy as he watched the muscular horse talk. His gaze didn't go unnoticed, and Falroth slipped next to him after he finished explaining more about the flora and beasts.

Falroth put his hands around the canine, pushing off the cloak. "Feeling a little horny?" he asked, his hand reaching down to stroke the hardened shaft of the hairless puppy.

Randal nodded, feeling a sudden rush of desire filling him, creating heat in his body like he had never felt before. The touch of another hand on his dick, it was like heaven to him.

The horse knelt down and took the entire shaft quickly to the knot, suckling down and swallowing gently to massage the length with his muscles. Randal laid himself back, panting and growling gently, feeling the sweet warmth engulf and milk his shaft. He didn't waste any time in gripping the equine head that was pleasuring him so well.

The mouth worked Randal's dick expertly, his motions causing the pup to squirm and moan out his pleasures. The muscular lips held onto the base of the knot while his mouth slipped up and down the shaft in shallow motions.

The pup howled out suddenly, feeling the burning rush of spunk mixing and spitting out his cock tip, the pleasure almost too quick to arrive. His shaft squirted and squirted out its musky fluid, feeding the horse as he drank quite eagerly from it. Still spraying after a few minutes, Randal sighed as the pleasure dropped to a dull throb. He watched Falroth's face, his eyes closed, drinking heavily of all that Randal gave. The sight was an intense turn-on for him.

He watched until Falroth lifted his head up and off the dick, letting it begin to shrink and hide back within its sheath. "Mmm, sweet puppy," he said, slipping up next to him.

He cuddled up to Randal as the pup fell asleep. He looked at him, sleeping peacefully. He started jerking off his own dick, trying to be still enough not to rouse the pup.

Falroth shot a huge load of cum onto the floor next to them, letting the voluminous amount puddle into a small dip in the rocks. As he squeezed out the last bit, a few of the guard vines slipped over, sinking their tips into the pool and slowly soaking it up.