Kalderan Forest Part 8
#8 of Kalderan Forest
Foreword: Eh, you guys already know what this is all about. I'm not going to kill myself trying to classify all these stories. :)
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The sun broke the darkness of night over the tree where the raiding party slept. Wet suckling vines had awakened the sleepers during the night with soft tugs, the lovers' touch as it were. Groans could be heard randomly inside the canopy, no manner of beast held could escape the soft demanding needs of the plant. But morning was now here, and light trickled through the green coverings onto the protected squad. Those inside awakened as sharp points of daylight danced upon their eyelids from between the leaves.
They collected themselves in a hushed manner that denoted urgency and haste. The camp was still a day's walk ahead and the release of the forest's pollen would soon build back up. Darkthorn was the first awake, his slumber was shed like fallen snow atop him, the lingering crystals of dreams melting away quietly from his mind. He tugged gently at the vine suckling him, until it relented and pulled off his shaft leaving him damp.
He howled softly to help awaken those that still dreamt. The last few opened their eyes, rolling over in the soft leaves that held them above the ground. Soon each member was left with a slightly damp appendage.
Darkthorn descended first, looking around to see if any predators had heard the calls during the night. Though very few of the beasts in this land were deadly, they all could very easily hinder their progress now. Sniffing the air and catching nothing amiss, he waved down the rest.
Gathering again in a line of pairs, they set out from under the vines of the tree, Darkthorn following with Falroth and his mate right behind him. The move back into the trees was easy, and they trudged a short time before the leader looked back to talk.
"The dog you spoke of, how old is he?"
Falroth took a moment, thinking and trying to remember. "Not much past 17 years, I think."
Darkthorn's face scrunched up a little, as if he had just tasted something bitter. "Too young," he said.
"For what?"
Darkthorn turned his head, his pace never slowing. "For being captured like that." His tone had a strange sound to it, but Falroth couldn't quite put his finger on it. "This action we take may cost us, the bull clan has had no real reason to attack us, but this may be all they need," he said with lowered volume. "But I can not stand aside while they ... take innocents any longer."
Falroth nodded, his mouth becoming dry. Thoughts suddenly began blooming inside his head, of how many bulls he had seen, and how many of them he had not. The village was big, and from first glance it could have easily contained one hundred or more. That easily outweighed the fifty or so in their village.
There was silence after this, far too much of it for Devros. His stomach was churning, anxiety and rage mixing within him and creating a boiling, sickening concoction. His paw came up and he gripped the shoulder of his equine lover, squeezing it to reassure the worried face he saw, but also to relieve some of his own tension.
The sun had traveled far, and they had not yet stopped for food, or to release the need growing in them all. Luck had been with them so far, no beast or plant was in their path that did more than wait for prey. A few grunts could be heard from within the line, many members of the troop walking with half hard cocks or better. Darkthorn could feel it too, stirring is his body, a warmth that grew slowly until he suddenly realized it was there. They had to stop soon, if not just to eat then for relief, and the forest was suddenly a provider.
Darkthorn stopped, as did everyone else. They had just stepped into the middle of a viper trap, and if Darkthorn had been alone, he'd be cursing himself, but a group of this many would be sure to satisfy the many vines about to ensnare them.
Around the group huge leaves sprang upwards, making a thick wall around them in a heart-shaped pattern. The normal trees and bushes inside the perimeter were allowed to grow inside the plant trap to lure unsuspecting wanderers in. Had Darkthorn been more aware he could have seen it easily, but this proved to be more of a boon for them. Numerous voices sounded out in surprise, while a few others seemed to welcome this diversion.
Darkthorn turned to Devros and grinned, "Best grab your mate now if you want to stick near him." The wolf then turned and faced one of the bushes that was turning over, revealing an odd shaped depression on the large pod exposing itself. The indentation looked like an indentation of an 'X', with a hole at the center. Darkthorn stepped towards it, not at all afraid of this odd shaped gourd.
Four vines at the extremes of the indentation wriggled out. Normally they would act aggressively, attempting to ensnare the victim first. But with several pods and far more bodies to go around than needed, the pods seemed to have their pick, and this one was wrapping around Darkthorn's wrists and slowly pulling him in.
He turned to watch others vying for pod spots, even one rabbit saying, "Dammit Jeff, *I* wanted that pod!" as his mate was pulled against it, cock aimed at the hole and entering.
The fox replied, "Ungh, dammit Sam, just fuck me would you! Ohhh!"
The rabbit spit on his hand and rubbed it onto the fox's ass, "You're gonna get fucked all right!" The bunny gripped his mate and just started to thrust as Darkthorn's head was coaxed forward to look at the pod that was about to take him.
The whole thing moved, aligning itself with the half hard wolf cock, and he found it oh so easy to lean into it and hug the pod. His cock met the warm hole, which sucked him in and filled with a warm fluid. A small, flat vine inside the hole wrapped around his cock, spiraling up to the knot and behind it.
A pair of legs was before Darkthorn suddenly, it was Falroth. The horse had a huge hardon, which needed tending to.
"Where is your mate," the wolf moaned out.
Falroth chuckled, "He went over to fuck Sam, you know how the slut get's when he doesn't get cock in his ass. And then I was all alone," he added in a mock saddened tone.
Darkthorn licked his lips, though shaman and leader, he always enjoyed a good mouthful of spunk, and horses were voluminous. His hips bucked against the pod as the vine around his cock twisted around his shaft and tugged the knot firmly. His orgasm would be upon him soon, the pollen being strong in his body.
Falroth grabbed his cock like a fire hose, holding it up so the wolf could lick it. Falroth moaned loud, the soft tongue was so nice against his skin. For a moment he opened his eyes and glanced at Devros, wildly fucking the rabbit amidst loud cries of "No, it hurts" and "Oh man, harder, Harder!" The lion winked back at his mate.
Darkthorn opened his muzzle and took as much of the throbbing horse meat that he could. The thick flaring head pressing against the back of his tongue and dripping that sweet, male nectar he so much enjoys. Sounds of numerous bodies being sucked off by the spiral vines filled the air.
Falroth moaned loudly, feeling that sweet, soft mouth closing around him. The smell of his mate drifting over on the light breeze was mingled with the scent of others. He imagined for a moment, a lion face with a soft tongue sucking him, seeing his mate down upon his member. His fingers gripped a leonine mane in his mind, his balls pressed against a leonine muzzle. His hips pushed forward, held back only by his reminder to not gag his recipient.
Darkthorn's cock was pulled and stimulated, his orgasm approaching quickly. His tail flagged up, pulsing as he grunted and refused to bite down on the cock in his muzzle. A moment before he lost his sanity to the orgasm, cum erupted inside his mouth. A thick and heady coating of sperm laden fluids pumped into him, and he swallowed as much as he could. The taste heightened his mental state, causing his own orgasm to explode into the plant. The hands gripping his head felt ethereal, his body focused on that singular sensation, stretching a few seconds into an eternity.
Cum dribbled out of the wolf's muzzle, a long sticky white trail of it sliding down the side of the rounded gourd. His hands gripped the pod tightly while his knot was squeezed and pulled upon, helping to draw out his orgasm to feed the plant's greed.
He looked up, Devros having sauntered over in a slightly sex-drunken state. Darkthorn watched the two as they hugged and enjoyed each other, even after having taken random partners. The wolf felt alone, the ego-destroying scene before him making him feel more so than usual.
Others were beginning to pull themselves from the pods as the wall of leaves began to drop slowly. So many loads of cum was enough to satiate this plant, as normally a victim would be handed around to each on in succession, forced to endure countless orgasms until exhausted and released.
Darkthorn pulled himself from the hole, his knot popping out uncomfortably. He stood with the help of the equine, watching the perimeter as it was exposed.
His senses became sharp again, for there was still much to be done today.
They began to gather some of the fruit from the plant, picking off fist-sized orange globes, looking more like huge cherries than oranges. Grabbing as much as they could, they set off again, eating the sweet-sour fruit and dropping the cores upon the ground. They marched again in a line of pairs.
There was silence now, save for the padded footfalls of the troop. The sex had been enough and the food filling, but anxiety was a growing concern amongst them all. When the sun began to slip behind the horizon, they stopped. Darkthorn knew they were close, the sounds of the bull's village was easily picked up by his ears. They gathered around, listening to his words intently, for so much was riding upon this singular action.
He drew a circle in the dirt, following Falroth's recount of the village, marking the spot he had seen the young husky thrown in.
"This is where we will split up. Trent," he said, looking at a fox, "I want you to take your half around this side here. We will come in on both sides as quietly as we can. Our intent is to take out the two posted guards here, and here. The rest of us will go in this way. If you see any bulls, stay low. I don't want us waking up the entire camp if possible."
Darkthorn's left ear swiveled a little, his attention slacking for a moment before continuing. "Use the snares and grapplers. It's very important to get the snares off first, that way their mouths will be filled. Groans won't give anyone in there cause for alarm, so as long as they can't speak we should be fine. Get the grapplers in second and remember to watch how you throw the bag. Last thing we need is to make an escape and have to drag anyone along."
Darkthorn reached inside his pack, pulling out a handful of small peppercorns. "If you do get one of them on you, break one of these near your nose. The chemical will cause them to release you. Remember, these will make you sick for a few days as well, let's hope we don't need them." A few people took some of the hollow corns, careful not to crush any of them.
"If I can make it to the pit without alerting anyone, I'll get everyone out of there. I'll need to be very careful of not arousing the provider plant, so we will need to work quick and silent.
"Quincy, you will come with me and Falroth. We will make our way to this camp after, and then towards a hellraiser plant." Darkthorn's words brought a quite and uncomfortable stir within the group, "I know, it will be dangerous, but if we can make them think we got caught, it will give us a head start until daybreak. Remember to watch for the strobe and stay away. If anyone here is uncomfortable, tell me now. I won't think any less of you if you have second thoughts."
There was silence, those around looking at each other, but none spoke up.
"Good. Let's get moving. Trent, you know what to listen for."
The fox nodded, and the two groups split up. Falroth, Quincy and Darkthorn split off from the two groups, slipping around bushes and trees as they got closer to the spot they needed to be in. It would be dark soon, and the first moments of night would be best.
"Darkthorn," Falroth asked with a quivering voice, "A hellraiser, are you sure?"
Darkthorn looked at him, his steady gaze showing concern. "If we are caught," he said with a grave tone, "they will do much worse to us."