Kalderan Forest Part 1
#1 of Kalderan Forest
There was a reason for the fence and warning signs, but the young pup was too curious about forest. His mother had told him more than once to never go near it, that there were things inside the forest that would eat him alive. Randal was still young, just past puberty. His body was in a growth spurt, fur growing thicker along his belly and groin, and his sheath filling out quite well. The creamy-white chest and stomach fur was rather thick, almost too thick for the climate he was brought up in.
He was a husky, adopted by his family of malamutes from a distant land he couldn't remember. He had all the typical markings, brilliant white-blue eyes, brown and white fur mingling along his face, and a rounded upturned tail. He was teased more often than any other pup his age, being quite different looking from the rest of the village. His mother always helped him where she could, never being visible to any of the other pups who would tease him, but always there to give him a leg up.
But now he was walking down the path, one that surely saw more traffic than the signs would make one believe. It grew darker as the canopy of trees grew taller and thicker. A mile and a half in the path was nearly invisible, but he could see it. He sniffed the air, smelling the sweet floral arrangements of the wild flowers and leaves. It was boring.
"Bet there's nothing out here," he growled to himself in a whisper, looking around and sighing. He felt cheated, and leaned against the tree, looking with adventure-deprived eyes at the trees and ferns around him. It would be dark in a few hours, and he knew he should get home before it was too late, lest deal with the wrath of his mother.
He pushed himself off the tree and went to take a step, only to find his leg entwined in some light green vines. He leaned down to pull his leg out, which was not a difficult task, but it was enough to distract him from what was slinking down the tree from above.
Two looping vines slipped down and snaffled Randal's neck. He was taken by surprise and quickly reached up from his legs to the chords around his neck, making it easy for more vines to slip around his wrists. His arms were forcibly pulled up, holding him against the tree, hanging from his wrists, and keeping his head up to prevent the vines from choking him.
"Help, someone, please, help!" he woofed out in a strained voice, trying to attract the attention of anyone near, but he was alone. The vines held him for a while, before slowly looping more vines around his mid-section, legs and ankles. The captive pup began whimpering loudly, sure that his mother's warnings would be the death of him. Tears streamed down his muzzle as he was lifted up at a surprisingly fast rate. He looked up to see a huge pod opening, ready to swallow him whole. His shrieks were terrifying, watching his death come ever closer, rising up to nearly 100 feet in the air.
His cries were silenced as the pod closed around him, locking out all light. He shook, and pissed himself, wetting the fur along his belly, legs, and wetting the vines holding him firmly. He waited, but nothing seemed to happen. He tried struggling, but the vines had caught him just right, and all he could do was wiggle around.
Something started oozing around him, and he began to shake again, crying loudly in the echoing pod. A thick fluid began filling the pod, covering his body slowly. The vines held him up mostly, and he felt his skin tingle as acids slowly ate away his fur and dead skin, leaving him sensitive and warm. The ooze moved upwards, stopping only when it reached his neck. His body tingled and felt sticky, all his fur below his neck having been stripped from him.
He shifted around, feeling a tendril slipping up between his legs, moving and probing until it hit his nude sack. It then slipped underneath, searching out and finding his tailhole, and slipping inside with a gentle prodding. Randal panted hard, afraid of what was going on, feeling his muscles spread slowly by the tapered vine. He let out a slight yelp as it finally breached his tight muscles, feeling it slide in with a burn and tingle. The tip pressed and slide against his prostate, nestling in as it coiled inside his bowels, soaking up the fertilizer there.
Randal woofed and panted louder, feeling his bowels filled and pulsing with the vines, pressing against his prostate and making him firm up within his sheath. It didn't take long for his throbbing canine dick to press out and leak pre-cum in the ooze surrounding him, and not much longer after that to feel a sleeve slip down along his shaft. The husky let out a whine and howl, the pleasure of the warm sheathing making him see stars. A phallus-tipped vine slipped into his open muzzle, wrapping quickly around his jaws to clamp them around the feeder vine.
Randal shuddered as a sweet and musky floral juice slipped into his muzzle and down his throat, feeling filled and subdued by the plant. The sleeve over his cock fastened itself around his knot, holding it firmly as the inside began undulating and twisting.
The feelings welled up within the husky, and the coiled vines pulsed and writhed against his prostate. The feeder vine dumped a huge gob of musky fluid into his muzzle, and he swallowed it with a growing lust. His hips tried their best to hump against the sleeve, but he was forced to endure the plant's motions, unable to assist. The ring around his knot tightened and pulled, creating a firm pressure as his balls pulled close to his body.
He screamed out around the feeder vine, his muscles tensing and beginning to pump out his seed, giving his nutrient-rich canine spunk to the plant. His orgasm lasted a long time, spraying small amounts every second, lost in a world of forced pleasure.
Half an hour passed, and his cock stopped pumping semen to the plant's sleeve, and it loosened its grip to slide off. Randall was held up, keeping his head above the ooze, feeling his naked skin tingling still, like a gentle massage. He slipped slowly into sleep, less concerned about his need to be home that about the plant's wonderful treatments.