Kalderan Forest Part 5
#5 of Kalderan Forest
Randolf looked up while his body was still attached to the tiger under him, his knot held within the beast by the barbs that pressed lightly against his knot. The bull standing before him was quickly joined by several others, the smallest being seven and a half feet tall. A few of them looked at Randolf with smug grins. He felt so embarrassed, stuck to the beast like he was with all these bulls looking down at him.
A hand reached down and grabbed the scruff of his neck, holding him in a strong grip. A blindfold was placed upon the him, blocking off his sight. A moment later he heard a growl from the beast under him, and the barbs pressing against his knot softened and let him slip out.
He was stood up, more than one bull was holding him up on his feet. "Where am I?" he asked, hoping someone would answer him, though a feeling of dread was creeping into his mind.
A rumbling-growl of a voice came from in front of him, "Yer pro'perty of the Doozer clan now, puppy. Be'tter get used to it."
The hands on his body started leading him through the dirt paths, he had noticed some rudimentary huts and small houses before the blindfold was put on him.
"Where, where are you taking me?"
The gruff voice, behind him now, responded, "To the pen wit the other su'pplicants. Dun worry, you'll be treated well."
The pushing got suddenly rough, forcing Randolf over a wooden door jam, which he tripped over and began to fall. His arms went out, ready to brace himself from the impact he expected, but a sudden and sickening jolt of surprise ripped through him as he found nothing but air where where the ground was supposed to be.
He fell not more than ten feet down, and his screams sounded dulled and mute to his own ears. He hit a very soft floor that was very much like an extremely thick mat made of silk and stuffing. His body landing chest first causing his back to crack a little, but luckily no bones broke. His legs finally landed, and he was rather relieved his knotted shaft had deflated with the fear and anxiety; otherwise he would have landed atop his shaft which would have been more than painful to him.
He started to move, rolling over onto his back and reaching up to pull the blindfold off. He blinked, looking up at the sky from within a rather large pit. He could see the one bull standing there, looking down at him over the side, a most annoying grin plastered on his face. The bull turned and walked away, his foot kicking back and spraying some dirt down atop the dog.
Randolf closed his eyes, shielding them from the light spray of dust, a heated rage flashing like a wildfire in his chest, which left him fuming. He stood up, his footing a little difficult to master on this overly soft floor. His footpaws sunk down into the stretchy flooring by at least a foot, and if he could have walked on water without breaking the surface tension, this is what it would feel like.
Stuck, as it were, by his own footing, he finally noticed he wasn't alone in this wide pit. Several other species, equine, feline, fox and canine were here, though they were sitting and standing along the wall, all watching him. A fox, not more than five foot in height with blazing red and while fur, knelt down and rolled over the cushoning floor to Randolf. The roll forced the fox's tail to wrap around his body, and when he stopped a few feet from Randolf, his tail looked like a fluffy belt.
In a voice stronger than expected and with a calm sort of serenity to it, he said, "Lay down and roll."
Randolf nodded and fell to his side, following the fox over to the side under an overhang. Rolling along the mat certainly made it easier to get around on it, and a few tumbles later he bumped into the wall. The fox sat up, and Randolf did the same, finding the floor here much less soft but still like a cushion.
The fox said, "Hi, I'm Alex. What's your name?"
"Randolf."
The small fox smiled, "Cute name. You're new to the forest, right?"
Randolf nodded, and remembered that his fur hadn't fully grown back yet and that must have been a dead give-away. "Where am I? What's going on here?"
"You're in the clan's pit. They keep us here to feed the provider." Randolf's face suddenly looked horror-struck, and the fox quickly added, "It doesn't eat us, it feeds off our cum."
Randolf cocked his head a moment and then relaxed his expression.
"You see," the fox continued in a less hurried tone, "this pit is actually a plant, and just around the edge on the top of this pit are fruits and berries and stuff, and normally a plant like this lures people close enough to the food, and after they have eaten some the ground sinks in and traps them here for a short time. It takes some of your cum, then lets you out. But the bulls have added to the side of the pit, making it impossible for us to climb out after, and the bulls get to eat and harvest all they want, and they keep us down here so they don't have to feed the plant. They throw us scraps and stuff to keep us alive, but it's nothing like the plant's food." The fox looked suddenly very hurt, as if the food provided by the plant was a delicacy.
"So we're all stuck here?"
"Yeah, unless someone comes to help us. You see the wall here?" The fox rubbed his paw against it, and Randolf could see that there were numerous hand-holds, but they disappeared about five feet up where the mossy rock started and angled out over the center of the pit. "They grew this stuff here, makes it impossible for us to get out." The fox reached around behind him, picking up a dull grey ball of rubber. He held his hand out to Randolf, "Here, eat this. I was saving it, but you can have it."
Randolf took it in his hand. It felt like a rubber ball and he sniffed it, but there was no scent to it. He put the whole thing in his mouth and bit down, a rather bland tasting viscous fluid was inside which tasted more like stale glue than anything else. Randolf made a face and swallowed it, which wasn't an easy thing to do. He chewed it, swallowing the rest of it down as best he could and licked his mouth in a most unsatisfied manner. "Ugh, this stuff is gross."
The fox nodded, "It's all they give us."
Randolf took a moment to look around, watching as some of the others sat in small groups, talking, while some had lain down with hopeless expressions on their faces. His mind flashed back to Falroth, his kind and gentle demeanor, and wondered what happened to him. He shook his head, bringing his mind back to his current plight. "So we're stuck here?"
The fox nodded, and looked away. "Unless someone comes and rescues us."
The center of the pit started to bulge upwards, and everyone around the center stopped what they were doing, and faced the center of the pit, including Alex. The center of the pit bulged up more and more, until it reached up and out, making a large stalk.
"Better to stand up if you can, your fall inside triggered the plant."
Randolf whimpered slightly, but did as the fox requested. The center stalk nowsplit in several places, and white stalks came slithering out. They slipped down along the stalk and then the floor, each one moving out quickly to where it could sense someone.
The fox spoke quickly, as if the urgency were life-threatening. "When a vine comes to you, don't move away." That was all the fox was able to say when the vine snaking towards them darted out and wrapped around his waist several times. The white vine gripped him tightly, and the fox lifted his hands up and out of the way. The end of the vine swelled and trumpeted out, slipping down inside his sheath and fastening onto his shaft. Several of the others in the pit had the same thing happen to them, and more vines started spilling out in search of free victims.
Randolf watched as the fox stiffened and fell forward in the vine's grip. Alex moaned softly and his eyes half shut in pleasure. Another vine slipped around Alex's neck, and the end darted inside his mouth. Randolf moved a little, a sudden urge wanting to help the fox get out of the grip of those vines, but his motion triggered three free vines to point at him, and they suddenly darted like arrows from a bow.
One circled his waist four times, clamping down around him firmly. Another wrapped around his neck and the end wriggled before him. He could see a small slit at the end dripping a clear fluid. It tightened down around his neck causing Randolf to wince, and the vine forced its way into his mouth and expanded. The clear fluid tasted sweet and warmed his mouth as it dripped onto his tongue. He was forced to swallow as a small amount ejaculated into his throat, almost choking him. It warmed his throat much like semen did, sending waves of heat through his stomach. The third vine poked at his mouth as well, but found no entry and slithered off to find someone else.
His sheath, which held his sore cock, felt suddenly full as the vine pressed inside. A warmth embraced his shaft. The feeling was painful, his skin overly sensitive from the ride into the village, but the vine didn't care and started to stroke and suckle him. He stiffened and tried to pulled away, but he couldn't stop what was going on now.
The nectar in his throat began to play with his body, sending little shockwaves of pleasure and heat as it was being absorbed. His cock started getting hard, and the pain melted away into exquisite pleasure, weakening his muscles and making him fall to his side. He bucked his hips once, helping the vine free his length from inside the sheath. It found his knot and pushed hard over it, locking his knot inside.
Randolf moaned and another shot of the fluid erupted into his mouth, forcing him to swallow more. His body tingled with excitement, and he found hands gripping and pulling at him.
Alex was in the throws of passion himself, and he had reached out to hug Randolf's body. Randolf's hands gripped Alex's, holding them in a heated, passionate embrace. The vine on his cock milking and pulling, forcing the dog to reach his climax far too quickly.
He howled around the vine in his mouth, which stopped spitting out gobs of the nectar. His cock pulsed and twitched, sending his canine ejaculate into the hungry plant. The stroking and suckling sensations stopped, but his knot was being tugged and squeezed mercilessly. Randolf could see stars in his vision as the sprayed forth for his captor, only vaguely aware that the fox had been released already and was hugging him hard.
As the orgasm was prolonged, he could hear Alex whisper into his ear, "I'm here, relax. I'm here." His hands held the canine for the duration of the mind-numbing orgasm, until the plant finally let him go.
Randolf rolled into Alex's embrace, and he curled up, his tears gently soaking into the fox's fur. "I want to go home, please," the canine pleaded to the fox, "just let me go home."
The fox held Randolf, his arms doing his best to sooth the tortured canine. "I know," he said softly, "I know."