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Falroth, Quincy and Darkthorn walked quietly, the night was giving them ample cover to move about and position themselves where they needed to be. They found a small opening between two of the huts, and squeezed between them and hugged the shadows. From inside one hut, the sounds of a bull's climax came, a loud snorting low, followed by soft whispers of affection.

Darkthorn waited, he knew this had to be done just right, for there was much to lose if anything went wrong. He went over in his mind the location of the pit, just fifty yards away from where they were. Watching the space out in the middle of this particular gathering of huts, one bull was left to stand guard. He was looking quite bored and horny. He rubbed himself lewdly, getting hard, and then relaxing back against a tall tree to stroke himself while his thoughts wandered.

In a hushed whisper, Falroth said, "If he doesn't leave, how will we get in?"

Darkthorn just looked at him, putting his finger to his lips. He started unraveling some of the rope ladder, checking it one last time. And then the waiting game began in earnest.

It killed Falroth that he was here, forced to remain quite and skulk around in the shadows. His personality was much too aggressive to do such things easily, and he fought against himself to keep still. It was as if time was mocking him, teasing him with a pointed stick, poking at him and daring him to make a move. He did not, however; instead he concentrated on what he would do if they were caught to keep himself occupied.

An hour passed, and still that bull was there. Falroth wasn't sure how they would get past him, thinking Darkthorn was a tad touched to think they could just waltz in there.

A shadow from outside the huts startled him, and he nearly whickered in surprise, barely was able to stifle it. His heart pounded in his chest, thoughts of his capture imminent as he saw the backside of a bull standing right in front of the opening.

The silhouette walked away, heading straight for the bull that was nearly asleep.

"Oy, Theo," the bull who had just appeared said, "why don't you get and early night eh? I'll stay up and watch them."

Theo stood up, his stance a little wobbly from being in his have dozing state. "Ah, but Ah'm supposed to stay guard tonight, and weren't you supposed to have been out huntin' today? I dun see any meat besides what's hanging there 'tween yer legs."

The bull clenched his fist, making a motion as if to hit Theo, "There was no new meat ya fox-brain." Apparently among bulls that was an insult. "Besides, I hear your boy's been acting the town slut lately. Don't you want to keep him on a tighter leash?"

Theo glared, an expression easily visibly from the shadows. "O'course he's a little slut, why else do you think I made him mine." The tone in his voice was tempered with annoyance.

"Yeah, well then go fuck your little boy. 'Sides, you know I like taunting the pit."

"Yeah yeah, fine. But don't thinks I'm gonna owe you any favors."

Theo walked away, leaving the new one to stand at the tree. Falroth suddenly felt like the bull was staring at him. He blinked a second, and he was!

Darkthorn spoke quietly, "When he gives us a signal, we move."

"What?!" Falroth nearly blurted out loud, "You know these bulls, what the fuck?"

Darkthorn glared, an expression that instantly made Falroth feel as if he had just broken a vase in front of his parents. There were no words; the look was enough to shut him up without an explanation.

A few minutes passed, and the bull waved his left hand and at the same time made a low, mooing call that was gentle yet carried. Such a sound would not arouse any suspicion in this village, and was the signal the others were waiting for.

Darkthorn stepped out and hugged the walls of the small shacks, keeping low under the windows and creeping quickly. Falroth and Quincy followed, both were more than apprehensive about this, but they trusted Darkthorn.

They made it to the pit, and Darkthorn found a tree nearby to hook the end of the rope ladder onto. He lowered it gently over the side, his head peeking over the ledge. He whispered something very softly, and repeated it a few times before someone down there responded.

Falroth took a glance at the bull. He was now walking around slowly, checking the dark windows of the huts, doing his best to make enough noise from his hooves to help cover the patter of the intruders.

A head popped up over the side, a face with a long muzzle and deep orange fur. The fox climbed up and did so slowly. Something was whispered to him from Darkthorn's lips, he nodded and made his way to the small opening between the huts behind the bull. Fifteen seconds later, another head came up, was whispered to, and slunk towards where the fox had disappeared.

One by one, the captives made their way out. Each head that popped up followed the same instructions, and each one made Falroth more and more anxious. And then he saw the familiar muzzle rise up. It was as if a lightning bolt had struck him, staring into the ice-blue eyes of the young husky almost made him want to cry. His throat clenched up and he swallowed hard, now was not the place for such emotions.

The husky's expression lit up when he recognized the horse, and his ear was swiftly angled to listen to Darkthorn's instructions. As Randolf climbed out, he walked up to Falroth and grabbed his hand. He leaned in and whispered so softly that the equine had to strain to hear him.

"Thank you."

Falroth only smiled, and pushed the husky with a light tap on his rump. His friend padded away silently and slipped between the huts. The equine was lost in thought, happy to see his friend safe now.

A tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality, and he turned to see Darkthorn right next to him. A soft whisper came into his ear, "You need to go down and help bring up another canine. He's sick. Don't touch the padded floor."

He nodded, and slipped down the rope ladder. He could see two left, one of them a fox, the other a rather haggard and sickly looking shepherd. He put his foot down on the firm landing and walked the three steps to the canine.

"Can you carry him?" the fox asked, his ears were perked and twitching, obviously nervous.

"You go up. I'll take him."

The fox nodded, "Be gentle with him," and slipped up the ladder.

"How you doing there," he asked the canine.

"I'm OK, just a bit of a flu or a cold. Feeling sick, but I don't want to stay here."

"We wont leave you. Can you climb onto my back?"

Falroth turned around and hunched down. A moment later cool paws were wrapping around his shoulders and holding weakly. He reached back and hooked onto the knees of the canine, lifting him up with ease. "Hold on tight. I'll get us out, you just lock your legs around mine, OK?"

A slight cough hit the back of his neck, followed by an apology. "I can, sorry about that."

"Don't worry, just do your best to keep quiet, I'll get you out."

Falroth grabbed the rope and swung around a bit. The extra weight on his back made him under calculate his swing. The bottom of the ladder swung out over the soft center of the pit and Falroth scraped his hoof against it.

'Shit shit shit!' was his only thought as this occurred, and the plants center began to open and bloom. "Hold on tight!" he said with a little too much volume, and he started pulling himself up the ladder with only his hands.

His feet dangled free as the vines slowly crept out. Luckily this plant wasn't in need of fast motion, since it's usual prey was trapped in the pit. Vines curled and gripped around the rung at the bottom, confused for a moment as it couldn't seem to figure out what end of a person it had.

Halfway up, the muscles in Falroth's arms burned as he pulled himself and the canine along. He could feel the ladder tighten as the vines pulled it, angling the ladder. He ignored his fears, his heart pounding hard inside his chest, looking up to the few feet left.

He made it to the top, holding on as sweat started dripping from his forelocks. Hands gripped the canine on his back, pulling him up and off Falroth quickly. Quincy helped the canine walk to the huts, though they could barely hunch down.

Something snaked its way around Falroth's right ankle. His eyes went wide as he looked up at Darkthorn. "It's got my leg!"

"Dammit," Darkthorn scowled under his breath. He grabbed Falroth's wrists, gripping them firmly and then planted his feet into the dirt. He pulled hard, he'd have to break the grip of the plant quickly, as there wasn't much time before more vines joined the struggle.

"Pull Dark, pull.." Falroth said, feeling the vine strength around his hoof.

"I'm trying," came Darkthorn's strained reply. His heels dug in hard, and he gave an all out tug. A sudden cracking of bone was heard, Falroth's spine being stretched and popping back into place. It would have been a welcome relief, were he not struggling to get himself out of the grip of a plant.

Darkthorn ignored the sound, pulling hard. Then he felt the vine relent and give slightly. Falroth's hoof came free, and was yanked up hard atop Darkthorn.

"Move," came the sudden command from the bull. He had begun running over to them as he saw the struggle and reached them just as the vine had released. His thick and strong fingers gripped the two, Falroth by the shoulder and Darkthorn by the back of his neck. He pulled the two away from the pit, nearly tossing them aside. The vines had snaked up over the edge and were stomping at the ground, trying to find the one who had awakened it.

A sudden grumbling and loud voice came from a nearby hut, "Shut the fuck up out there."

Falroth and Darkthorn were barely to their feet when the bull rushed pass, grabbing the equine and pulling at him.

"Hey, lemme go! Dark is still back there!"

"He'll be fine," came the response from the bull, "He's got one more thing to do."

Falroth was forced to run, along with the bull, but it didn't stop him from trying to fight him off. "I said let me go!"

"And I said no. If you go back you'll only be a hindrance! Trust me!"

A slight growl came from Falroth, "I'm not trusting a stupid bull!"

They reached the rest of the group easily. Everyone was there, save for Darkthorn. Falroth pulled at his arm, trying to remove himself from the grip. "I SAID LET ME GO!"

The bull yanked back hard, pulling the equine off his feet and landing him on the ground hard. The bull glared down, "I'm not 'bull', the name's Bunker, and I'm a friend of Darkthorn. Now keep your ass here before I have to hurt you."

Falroth's fists clenched and he slammed them into the ground. "I'm not taking any orders from a lead-brained bull!" He pushed himself up, and his chest was met with the hoof of Bunker.

"Jus' relax, or you're going to alert the rest of the camp where we are!"

The two stared at each other, each of their nostrils flaring, as they played chicken with their gaze. A few heaving breaths later, Falroth finally relaxed a little, "Alright, alright, but get your foot off my chest."

Bunker moved his leg, and Falroth stood up. He gripped some of the dirt and flung it down at his feet as he stood, obviously annoyed.

Everyone else stood there, watching. There was an unsettling silence now, as the group watched the two interact.

Before another word could be said, Darkthorn broke through a bush, panting and wild-eyed. "Move, before they know which way we went. Move!"

No one hesitated, they all started breaking off into smaller groups, each led by a designated leader. They could hear the bull village waking up, loud shouts and calls as they began to realize what was going on. The confusion, Darkthorn hoped, would be enough to let them get away without too much trouble.

Falroth made sure to stay near Darkthorn as they ran through the woods. They had to be careful; the plant they were going to come close to was one of the more dangerous in the forest. Most plants are benign, but a few, a very select few, were deadly.

Darkthorn pointed, "There, that's it. Follow the path around, keep your eyes to the right, don't look at the strobe!" He stood there, keeping himself aligned to where people should run, pointing and barking out orders of where to run.

The first group got within range, and suddenly the area was alit with quick flashing strobe lights. Everyone followed the orders carefully, keeping their gaze to the right and not letting the plant confuse them.

"Keep going," Darkthorn said, watching to make sure that no one strayed too close. The groups were well organized, even if they had been slapped together real quick. The leaders kept closest the plants, keeping people from stumbling into the pit surrounding the trunk.

It was hell for Darkthorn, watching each group slipping around the edge. His gut wrenched as he worried, hoping no one would get caught up. Soon the last group was moving, and he took up the rear. They made it around the plant and were far enough away to be safe.

Randolf found Falroth, panting hard as he caught up with the equine. "Where did, what was, what's going on?" he asked as he panted. "What was that light?"

Falroth was much more athletic than the pup, and grabbed his hand as he pulled him along. "No resting yet," he said.

From behind them, they heard the sound of the bull's hooves, and a shout, "This way, THIS WAY!"

Randolf froze, his hand slipping from the equine's grip. He turned around to see a bunch of them running after him, walking in a line that would bring them too close to the tree.

The sudden flashing began, and the first few bulls were caught off guard, stumbling around as the lights confused and dazed them. Two fell into the pit around the tree, followed by a scream of terror.

"Fuck," yelled one of the bulls, "BACK, GET BACK!"

Randolf couldn't break his eyes from it. He saw one more fall in. Suddenly one of the bulls went flying through the air, as if he had been shot from a cannon. He was whipped up and suddenly snapped back down, disappearing into the hollow top of the tree. A loud scream and a nasty crunch followed.

The husky was horrified. A hand gripped his shoulder, squeezing it gently. He watched another bull being snapped up by a vine and then brought down into the tree's hollow.

A soft voice spoke in his ear. "Turn away pup. Turn away."

Randolf did, and looked right into the eyes of Darkthorn. His felt sick as he heard the crunch and screams.

"Come," Darkthorn said.

He pulled the husky away, keeping a firm grip on his shoulder. He led him along the path the others had taken, now a hundred or so yards ahead of them. The pace was kept, an eternity of walking, or so it seemed to the husky. His mind played back the sight he had seen. His stomach churned and rolled. He wanted to throw up.

They reached the others finally, walking into the clearing of a singly sprawling tree. The others had already started in under the branches, and a small, odd-looking group was standing to the side, the group was comprised of about fifteen bulls.

Falroth came over, his eyes greeting the young husky's. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to loose you, I.."

He was cut off by Darkthorn's voice, "Falroth, take the pup to the tree, he's going to need a friend near him. He saw the Hellraiser."

"Oh?" Falroth replied, and after a second his voice dropped to a more somber tone. "Oh. Randolf, come along. This tree is safe, I'll be with you, OK?"

The husky didn't speak a single word, he just nodded and followed Falroth into the grip of the tree, and disappeared up into the canopy with him.

Darkthorn sighed deeply. Even though the ones chasing them were the enemy, he still felt guilty about leading the few of them to their deaths. In hind sight, he was also sickened by his plan to bring his friends so close to such a trap.

A large bull came up before him, Darkthorn hadn't noticed him until his spoke. "You did good, Darkthorn. You did the right thing."

"It's always easy to say that after the fact, but I thank you none the less."

"The other bulls are still wary, they want to hear from you that they have a home now. We weren't very well received you know."

"I know, I know."

They walked over to the others, now the only ones left outside the tree. Darkthorn gathered himself just before he reached them, pushing his doubts from his mind.

"Well, you're all welcome to join our village. I know that most of you don't trust us, and I can understand that. But you've all helped us stop the atrocities that were going on. I'm only upset that there weren't more of you. It wont be easy, but I will be giving you as much help as I can. I'm also willing to close the deal in your usual custom, if that would be acceptable."

A soft murmur among the bulls ensued, followed by one of them stepping forward. "We already committed ourselves to this," he said in a deep voice. "And your terms are actually not required, though I haven't had anything than bull-ass in a long time, I wont refuse your offer."

Darkthorn nodded, "You have given up a lot by helping us, it is the least I can allow you in trade."

Bunker looked down at Darkthorn, grinning a bit. They all followed him a few yards away from the clearing. On a rather flat looking rock Darkthorn laid himself face down. He hiked his tail up, and closed his eyes.

Bunker was first up, kneeling behind the wolf and squeezing out a warm glob of lubricant on his tailhole. The thick finger of the bull pushed and smoothed the lube around, and began to gently poke his finger into the opening.

Darkthorn breathed slow and deep, relaxing his body and letting the thick finger slide in easily. His muscles ached for a second, trying to fight back and clamp down, but the wolf had control of himself.

"I'll go easy," Bunker said to him.

"We all will," said one of the other bulls. The rest agreed as well, nodding or grunting.

Bunker mounted the wolf, his thick head pressing against the muscular opening. He let his weight down, his shaft sliding slow and steady into the wolf. The second ringed muscle relaxed, and the bull slipped all the way in with a wavering low. He rested the last of his weight down, his head and horn pressing against the side of the wolf's face.

"It has been so long," Darkthorn whispered back, his breath catching and then speeding up.

Bunker pulled his hips back, and began to slowly stroke himself off inside the heated body of the wolf. His heavy sack hung down and rolled as he pushed into the wolf. His hips quickening easily, the feel of such a tight hole compared to what he was used to, it was bliss for him.

"Harder, Bunker. Fuck me harder," Darkthorn said, his voice becoming tainted with passion.

"Aye," the bull said as he began slamming his hips against the furry ass. The sound of the slapping was causing the other bulls to get hard, that and the show before them was making each one anxious.

"Fuck him good," one of them said, "Make his wolf-cunt nice and wet for us Bunker."

"Harder," Darkthorn said, "Harder Bunker, please!" The wolf suddenly began to feel the sweet pleasure of being screwed by the bull. His muscles relaxed more, and the constant pounding was making his cock knot under him.

"Oh fuck," the bull grunted, "Shit, not this soon, Oh, OH Fuck!"

Bunker pushed himself against the ass, his hips jerking as each load shot into the wolf. "Awe fuck, Fuck!" he kept repeating as he emptied himself.

Darkthorn howled softly, feeling the gush of warm fluid inside his body. He panted hard and fast, pleasure filling his mind. Too soon Bunker pulled out and he felt another bull mounting him. "Awe yeah, again, fuck me, fuck the bitch hard," he growled.

The bull had a deep voice, "Bitch want my cum bad, huh? Want this bull cum?" He thrust himself in sharply, causing pleasure to spike through both his and the wolf's body.

"Yeah, dump it in me," he whined back. He still had fourteen more loads to take.