Not Your Typical Survivalist Course
My kangaroo character, Liam, finds himself alone in the forest and seeking shelter, but he'll soon stumble across a very different kind of refuge.
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"Try a survivalist course, they said," Liam muttered as he pushed past a fern and paused, checking behind him. "It'll be fun, they said."
The kangaroo shook his head to himself and sighed--he really had gotten well and truly lost by this point; Liam had meandered off the path ages ago and in his haste to find his way back to it, he'd turned a few too many times, and now there was nothing familiar to him at all. To cap it off, the sunlight was fading, the gnats had multiplied and were buzzing even louder in his ears, and he was more tired and thirsty and sweaty than he'd remembered being in a long time.
Liam groaned to himself, knowing that he'd just end up getting himself even more hopelessly lost if he continued. He looked back at the thin swath in the foliage he had carved--at least there was something to mark where he had been. Liam considered his options: he could either stay where he was and sleep next to a tree, keep going in the approaching darkness and hope he didn't run afoul of something lurking in the jungle, or he could go back to the clearing he had stumbled across next to the river about a quarter of a mile back where he could set up camp.
He chose comfort and running water.
As Liam returned to the clearing he had found, he looked up to see the touches of orange in the sky fading to deep pinks and purples; night would be coming soon and he'd need shelter, water, food, and rest if he planned on finding a way to reunite with the rest of the trainees in the morning.
To start with shelter, Liam shrugged off his pack and stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt to cool down, and, alone in the twilight, the kangaroo managed to pitch his small tent and unrolled his sleeping bag inside it--he had some trouble getting the tent poles together and the stakes to go into the ground at the right angle, but by the time he was finished, it looked like a cozy enough shelter for the night.
For food and water, Liam then dug out a granola bar and his significantly lighter water bottle--he was too tired and too unprepared to make a fire just then. He was a city boy, what did he know about building fires and roughing it in the wilderness? He just needed time at the gym, a long soak in the hot tub, some pizza, and he was perfectly happy at home. Why had he suddenly gotten the urge to wander off with a bunch of nature-obsessed weirdos who enjoyed not showering for days at a time and burying their shit in the woods?
"Because of the experience, do it for the 'gram," he reminded himself lamely. He pulled out his phone and looked at it forlornly--it was dead as a doornail after three hours of continuous use, and here he was on hour 15.
Liam sighed again. He shoved his phone back in his pack and pulled out the small GPS--maybe he could figure out how to use it and where he was while he refilled his water bottle down at the river.
Munching on the granola bar as he walked, Liam carried his water bottle with him on the short trip from his campsite to the river. The river was wide and dark, and in the oncoming dusk, Liam could barely make out the ridges of the far bank. He knelt down by the rushing water and plunged his open bottle under the surface, holding on tight and letting it fill. As he held the bottle down, Liam relished the feeling of water cooling his hand. After a minute of just sitting there, luxuriating in the water, Liam pulled the bottle up again and brought it to his lips--a day in the hot jungle, walking in circles, had expended so much energy, and the cool water in his mouth and coursing down his throat was like a message from the universe that everything would be alright; it brought joy, it brought hope, and it brought sweet hydration. Liam guzzled as much as he could before pausing to catch his breath.
"Oooh, that's so good," he panted, then took another long drink, gulping it down until the bottle was empty. He refilled the bottle, took another couple of gulps, and sat back on the bank, listening to the babbling, bubbling sounds of the river as he dangled his tired, bare feet in the water.
Liam pulled the GPS out of his pocket and looked for the power button in the fading light.
If he'd been more aware, he would have seen the four faintly glowing purple eyes appear from the murky depths of the river.
"There you are," Liam said to himself as he pressed the small power button on the bottom of the device. The LCD screen lit up brightly, the sudden white light making Liam wince. He scrolled down the menu until he found the option he was looking for and selected it.
The four purple eyes disappeared as they receded into the darker, deeper water.
Liam looked at the map on the screen--there was the orange waypoint in the center of it, so that must be his present location. He pushed up on the scroll button, zooming out the map.
In the full light of the sun, only the most well-trained eye would have spotted the almost imperceptible wake in the water that ran perpendicular to the downstream current.
Liam kept zooming out until he saw the green waypoint emerge in the top left corner of the screen--that must have been the origin point the survivalist course leader had plotted in before giving the group of trainees their GPSs. Liam selected the option to plot the distance between the two waypoints, and balked when he saw the results.
"Seven miles?" he groaned.
SPLASH
The kangaroo looked up, and in the small halo of light provided by the GPS screen, Liam could only see an enormous, glistening, gaping cavern adorned with thick trails of saliva and rimmed by gargantuan teeth. He smelled stale breath and felt the bottom of his stomach drop from under him, and then it was dark. A slimy, flat tongue firmly pressed up underneath him, guiding him to the back of a chasm of a throat, and he tumbled and slid downward.
The river leviathan--a primordial hybrid of of crocodilian, piscine, serpentine, lamniform, and who knew what other characteristics--grinned to itself as it pushed back from the bank with four of its six legs, leaving behind a spilled water bottle and a GPS as it submerged once again and propelled itself with a vast tail to settle down into the depths. The four purple eyes slowly shut, content, as it masked itself in the shroud of dark water and shadows cast by mountainous boulders.
Liam didn't know how long he had been cowering against the soft, slimy flesh--he just knew that it was long enough for him to realize that he wasn't dead, and that something smelled vaguely like a white tea cologne he'd once worn what felt like a lifetime ago.
He opened his eyes to see lines and spots of purple bioluminescence trailing the walls of the chamber he was in. Liam looked down at himself, seeing he was covered in saliva. He tried brushing it off his fur, but it seemed the more he brushed, the more matted and gooey his fur became. It also didn't help that saliva and slime dripped down and oozed onto him from the surrounding chamber walls. Realizing it was a futile effort, Liam gave up and looked back up at the bioluminescent trails on the walls--he noticed that now there were hints of green peeking into the purple, and they pulsed with a rhythm that felt...oddly comforting.
The smell of white tea cologne grew stronger, and Liam couldn't help but inhale deeply to smell more. As he breathed in, the bioluminescence grew in intensity and the glowing trails widened to cast more light in the chamber: Liam saw now that he was in a dimly lit, fleshly hall of sorts--more slime dripped from above and the walls glistened with it. He took a few tentative steps forward, his bare feet sinking into the soft floor--warm slime squelched between his toes, but it didn't feel like he would slip.
The white tea smell filled his nose again. Liam's tail twitched lightly in trepidation, but somehow he felt that the only way out was forward, through the hall.
With each step, Liam could smell the white tea more until it grew into a continuous stream that he could follow, and as he looked around at the walls of the chamber, the green bioluminescence dominated the purple and pulsed with a reassuring, constant beat--for some reason that Liam couldn't place, he wasn't afraid, the lights calmed him and made him feel comfortable. They drew him onward until, after he had been walking for what felt simultaneously like days and like only a few moments, he came to the end of the chamber, where a large sphincter prevented him from moving forward.
Liam raised a hand and lightly touched the orifice, which caused it to just barely loosen--the white tea smell grew again, along with hints of something else, something that Liam couldn't quite place but he knew he'd smelled before and loved. He gently caressed the sphincter, encouraging it to open more, and the smells only seemed to increase, with a thin, slick, nectar-like slime starting to ooze from it. Liam continued rubbing his hands around the sphincter to encourage it more, nuzzling it with his head, and before he knew it, he was licking the sphincter and the slime that increased in volume as the portal in the wall opened more and more.
The kangaroo was soon rubbing the slime on his face, running his hands up and down his body, sliding his hands everywhere he could reach: his stomach, his arms, down his shorts, around his tail, and all over his legs and feet. Liam gasped as he felt his stomach tighten in a not-entirely-unfamiliar way, and it felt to him that the heat was rising in the chamber--he was getting almost uncomfortably hot and sweaty around his neck, face, arms, groin, chest, stomach, legs, feet--everywhere. The sphincter in front of him was much more relaxed now, but it seemed to be waiting for something.
Somewhere, in the depths of his mind, Liam knew what he needed to do. He continued licking and nuzzling the sphincter as he pulled his shorts down. He cupped his hands around the pores that surrounded the sphincter and let the nectar pool his palms, then rubbed it all over his now naked body and opened his mouth on the sphincter to ingest the sweet slime directly.
That was exactly what it had been waiting for. Slowly, tenderly, the sphincter extended and pushed itself outward to envelop Liam's head and shoulders. Liam didn't resist--the smells and bioluminescent lights and sensations he felt encouraged him to lean forward into the tight, slick embrace, as the sphincter pulled him down a tight, hot passage. He licked and suckled at the walls surrounding him as the peristaltic motion pulled him onward, and he felt his feet leave the ground of the chamber behind him--he was now completely in this new tunnel.
Liam breathed in deeply, feeling his erection press down against the fleshy folds, slowly gliding across the ripples and numbs beneath him. He couldn't help but gently thrust as he continued in the passage, trying to imbue the throat-like tunnel with himself as much as the tunnel was trying to imbue him with itself--Liam felt as though he were merging with the flesh around him, ingesting nothing but pure pleasure. Just when it seemed he would truly become one with the beast around him, he felt his head push past another ring of flesh and he emerged into a different chamber. Liam gently slid down to the floor, his tail flopping out on top of him, and then his legs and feet as he landed upside down.
In a daze, Liam righted himself and stood to see the new cavern before him.
Green, blue, and purple bioluminescence pounded slowly, rhythmically throughout the chamber, and provided enough light for Liam to see pools of clear nectar, the sources of the slime he couldn't get enough of. Fleshy structures hung from above like soft chandeliers, and more slime dripped from pores hidden in the folds of the walls and ceiling. Liam stumbled at first to regain his footing, and headed for one of the nectar pools--he dropped to his knees in front of it and, no longer needing to think about what he was doing, Liam acted purely on hunger, lust, and chemically-driven instinct.
Liam dipped his hands in the pool, scooped out a helping of the slimy nectar, and licked it out of his palms before letting the rest pour down his chin and dribble down his neck, chest, belly, and twitching cock and balls. With his right hand, he pulled out another helping and gulped it down, and with his left he lazily began caressing his body before lazily stroking his cock, the nectar acting like the most incredible lube he had ever used--it caused his skin to tingle and burn in the most pleasurable way, he could feel the heat from within radiating outward into the palm of his hand.
What Liam didn't notice was that with each successive scoop of nectar he took with his right hand, and with each lowering of the nectar level in the pool, a pore in the bottom of the pool had begun to open, and small, slug-like larvae were being excreted from the pore and making their way into his hand. Not that Liam would have cared--he was in too much pleasure, and the pheromones and visual signals to his brain compelled him to let them in his hand and down his throat as he swallowed the nectar.
Eventually the larvae-to-nectar ratio switched, so Liam was mostly ingesting larvae that were covered in the slime so they could slide down his throat more easily with each gulp and settle in his stomach. He slurped them down as fast as he could, enjoying the thrill of them squirming against each other in his mouth, and with each swallow they slipped gently down his esophagus and filled up his belly so much he thought they were beginning to distend it.
What Liam also didn't notice was that one of the fleshy structures from above had descended from a coiled tendon to settle to his right. A thick tentacle, well-covered in a thicker, more mucus-like slime, distended from the structure and slithered its way under Liam's tail, where it pressed gently against his anus.
This, Liam noticed, but not unpleasantly. The kangaroo stopped ingesting the larvae from the pool and removed his hand from his throbbing penis--instead he rested his hands on the rim of the pool, settled up on his knees, raised his tail high, and arched his back. The lights and scents told him what needed to be done, and he was more than compliant.
The tentacle pressed in, stretching Liam with a little discomfort at first for the kangaroo, but the mucus seeped into his rectum and spread through his system, sending signals to his nerves to relax. The mucus increased in volume and poured forth into Liam's ass, flooding, cleaning, and lubricating his colon and intestines. The changes and nerve signals caused Liam to make plenty of room for what was to come next.
The tentacle pushed just a little deeper and then Liam felt a growing pressure within him--something slithered down the tentacle, past his relaxed anal ring, and exited inside him: The tentacle had deposited an enormous worm-like organism within Liam's guts. Part of the worm pushed up past his second ring, filling his rectum and slipping into his sigmoid colon, while the rest of it stayed in his lower anal cavity, and he could feel it slowly squirming and pressing on all the right spots, including...
Liam grunted and arched his back further as his hard cock throbbed almost painfully and drooled a thick stream of pre. He looked down at the mess he was making while the worm continued to milk his prostate, then he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye--the fleshy structure from the ceiling had risen once more, and now hung before him, with some of the smaller, glowing tendrils reaching out to caress his face and ears. Liam leaned into the loving embrace and facial massage as the tentacle in his ass gently pulled itself out and moved to hold itself in front of Liam's mouth.
The kangaroo opened wide, allowing the tentacle to slide in. It swirled around his tongue and explored his mouth, pushing softly down on his jaw and tickling his tonsils before it slowly pushed down his throat with no resistance. Liam closed his eyes as he suckled on the thick appendage, feeling warm comfort radiate from it.
Below, the fleshy structure released another smaller tentacle that wrapped itself around Liam's balls and then his cock before searching out his leaking urethral opening. Liam grunted in pleasure as the tentacle found its mark and softly pushed into his cock, sliding down his urethra. It was almost as if his cock were actively swallowing the tentacle.
Liam could feel the tentacle in his cock press hard against his prostate while the worm in his ass pulsed against it from the other side, and pre continued to flow past the tentacle and drip from his cock. The kangaroo thrusted against the sensation, reveling in the abject pleasure as another tentacle descended and wrapped around his waist, guiding him in his thrusting like a lover.
The tentacle in Liam's urethra pressed onward, still applying pressure to his prostate as it surged into Liam's bladder. The kangaroo couldn't help but push his piss out past the tentacle. The warm piss mixed with the pre dribbling on the ground, but the tentacle wasn't done with him yet: From Liam's emptying bladder, the tentacle reversed slightly, then found its target--it pushed into the ejaculatory duct, making Liam feel like he was cumming hard in reverse. The tentacle pushed in further, into the vas deferens and down, down, down until it reached into his testicles. Liam grunted loudly again around the tentacle in his mouth, and he felt the tentacle in his balls caress each teste, pulsing against them, before it felt like it was depositing another worm inside them. Liam felt the tentacle in his urethra thicken as the worm continued to travel down the depositor and into his balls, and the tentacle in his mouth thickened with something else: Liam opened his eyes to see a large lump descending from the main structure, down the tentacle, until it disappeared from his view, but he felt it stretching his jaws and throat with no effort at all as a large egg was deposited in his stomach--he looked down at the bulge as he felt it drop satisfyingly within him. The larvae already within his belly squirmed hard around the new mass inside him, and Liam couldn't help but grunt again in pleasure.
The tentacle in Liam's cock began to retract, pressing against Liam from the inside and leaving the long worm behind within his balls. Somehow Liam could feel that the worm had a bulbous knot within it, preventing it from fully getting out of his testicles, but the thing was so long, he didn't know where exactly the knot was and how much it would prevent the worm from at least dangling out of him. Further back, Liam also felt the worm in his ass squirm more, and part of its tail emerged below his own, first massaging the base of Liam's tail, and then stroking across his taint. Finally, the tentacle extracted itself from Liam's urethra wetly, letting more piss and pre thickly leak out while the worm in Liam's ass kept up its prostate milking.
As for Liam's mouth, it was still filled by the other tentacle, and the glowing tendrils that had been so gently caressing his face now began moving towards his ears, where they sank in. Liam winced slightly as they pushed in and found the object of their desire: his brain. The tendrils sank into specific folds, erasing bits and pieces of Liam and replacing them with pleasure, vital functions, and enhancing a few non-vital functions, including...
More than anything, Liam felt an urge to thrust with his hips. The tentacle around his waist continued to hold him and guide him in his humping, controlling the kangaroo in his now primal urge to spread his seed. Liam's grunting around the tentacle in his mouth grew in volume, and it was all starting to be too much--the lingering sensation of the tentacle in his urethra, the worms in his balls and ass, the glorious scents that filled his nostrils, the storm of electrical and chemical signals in his brain, the mass of writhing life in his stomach, the tentacle filling his throat the way he had so desperately needed it filled, the ceaseless pounding against his prostate, the yearning ache in his cock, so desperate for release, the appendage wrapped tightly around his waist, the worm pressing against his taint and the worm coiling itself around his testicles...
Liam came hard--in a more normal situation, he would have more than likely blacked out for a moment from how hard he came, but with the chemicals and signals overriding his body, he was fully conscious (albeit not totally aware of) for the most intense waves of pleasure of his life.
But Liam didn't ejaculate semen, not at first--he humped and thrust and fucked the air as hard as he could, and the first thing his ejaculatory duct pushed out was the upper portion of the worm that had been deposited in his testicles. The knot within the worm kept the lower portion firmly in place in his vas deferens, and the upper portion emerged from Liam's cock slithered down his shaft, past his balls, to the end of the worm that had emerged from Liam's anal ring. Liam's cum didn't shoot just yet, not until the two worms connected, with the smaller worm inserting its head in the larger worm's tail--then, it was like a valve had opened, and Liam's cum shot through the worm lodged in his ejaculatory duct and urethra, down the worm, and into the larger organism.
Liam continued to hump as he rode out his orgasm, knowing on some level that his task was only partly complete: he had been a vital component of the insemination process, now he was still needed for gestation.
The tentacle in his mouth finally extracted itself, detaching the tendrils in Liam's brain where they were, and the tentacle around Liam's waist at last released him. The tired kangaroo braced himself on his elbows and knees, gasping and panting hard while he still enjoyed the sensations of the worms and the larvae and egg in the afterglow. The fleshy structure before him folded in on itself, degenerating into a formless mass before regenerating into a single, slime-covered tentacle that attached itself to the bottom of the now-empty nectar pool that Liam had drained himself. The tentacle gently coiled around Liam, embracing him tightly as it pulled him into the depression in the floor, and the tip of the tentacle slid once more into Liam's mouth, to provide actual sustenance now for the long haul.
The empty space in the pool began to fill with a different liquid, a much thicker and viscous goo that, like the tentacle, provided a warm comfort for Liam, and he closed his eyes, sinking into bliss.
Liam's anus, kept loose by the thick goo that had kept him safe and secure for the past 10 months, pulsed. It pressed outward and widened as a young river leviathan pushed its snout out and hauled itself from the depths of the kangaroo; the six small legs pressed against Liam's prostate, causing pre to leak from his hard shaft and float in the surrounding liquid. The leviathan eventually pushed free, its tail slipping out of Liam's ass with a wet slurp, and swam for the edge of the pool.
The tentacle that had wrapped around Liam had long-since been consumed, leaving just the nude kangaroo floating in the thick goo. As the new offspring crawled forward to the next chamber, Liam stirred in his pheromone-induced sleep, and his cock twitched before it pulsed and shot a clean load of cum into the goo. Liam smiled softly in his dreamlike state, while beneath him, a large pore opened; the pool began to drain, and with a wet sucking sound, Liam slipped down the pore with the rest of the goo, disappearing with a gurgle.