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It wasn't the dinner and a show that Zack had intended to take in once he was done with the competition, but it would have to do.

The zebra sat in the short brush which ringed a dusk-tinted grove he had been led to only moments earlier. The otter who he had followed had already ventured into the grove itself, unaware of the larger male's presence. Zack hadn't been sure at first what the otter was doing when he'd gone to investigate the plant, which reared up from the ground like some botanist's wet dream gone wrong. When the breeze tickled along his skin and rustled the leaves of the bushes he sat amidst, the barest hint of understanding crept into the nude zebra's mind. He could smell the plant, a faint sweetness like honey that had been left in the sun to warm, and even from this distance he could feel his thoughts beginning to drift. A hand dropped to the half-erect ebony prick that hung between his thighs and as he began to stroke it, almost mechanically at first, the boy was amazed by the scene which began to unfold before him.

The plant opened itself, the otter seemingly unaware of it until vines had bound him and he was lifted from the ground; Zack was entranced by the scene, each struggle the lean otter made drawing a grunt of arousal from the equine. It took only minutes for the plant to engulf the zebra's intended prey, but the boy didn't need much more time than that. By the time the otter was a bulge in the closing petals of the carnivorous plant, Zack was cumming. His thick shaft flared and warm cum began to pulse and spray across his chest and belly, heavy balls pulling tight even as his legs spread and his chest heaved. Zack stifled his own whinny of pleasure, unsure of who, or what, might be in the area. He collapsed backwards, a thin tree bending beneath his weight as his back pressed against it. His cock was still dripping the last remnants of his climax as his attention returned to the plant and its barely visible meal.

"Thanks" Zack murmured beneath his breath, that same sickly sweet smell still tugging at his nose, as if trying to tempt the boy to follow the otter into that plant; it wouldn't work. The last traces of the sun had begun to dip behind the wind-stirred trees of the forest and their soft song filled the boy's ears. It had been a long day and the zebra found himself drifting off to sleep with that song in his head, the muted waves dancing on the surface of the grove's small pond lulling the boy into a gentle doze.

Zack awoke with a start. The sky was still dark, the stars blotted out in places by unseen clouds overhead. The wind had died down once again and stillness filled the area. The zebra couldn't see the plant, but he could smell it; it was stronger than before, the predator finished with its supper and already opened, awaiting fresh prey. The moon was the only source of light, but it was enough. As Zack crawled from his hiding spot he was intently aware that his dick was still rock hard despite his earlier pleasures. He couldn't help but feel the dried cum in the short hair that covered his abdomen. Moonlight glinted off of the pond, as if guiding him towards its own clear water; it didn't take long for the boy to decide what he would do.

Sleep was already leaving him as he stretched his legs, the 6'5" equine moving towards the small pond. A wide berth was given to the plant, which swayed in the breezeless air nearby. He couldn't see well enough to spot the otter bones that littered the plants roots, but he was smart enough to know that they were probably there; Zack saw this as all the more reason to avoid the predator. The remaining boys had probably taken refuge for the night, if there were any left of course, though the zebra was sure someone would have come to pick him up by now if he were the last; for now, he was alone and that's all that mattered.

The pond's surface rippled as the equine dipped his toe in it, the water warmer than he'd expected. It seemed thick, however, as if some hidden algae had spread throughout it. The dim light kept Zack from knowing for sure, but as he pulled his foot free he could only frown. Sap from the plant perhaps, he thought. There was no movement in the lake, the moon reflected peacefully in its glass-like surface and as he wiped the water from his foot to give it a sniff the zebra could only shrug away his concern.

As Zack trudged into the soft-bottomed shallows of the pond the feel of the water against his shins drew a low nicker from the boy. The sand beneath his feet seemed to suck at his toes as he stepped through it, the equine curling them as a shameless grin likewise curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Looks like you missed out, otter" the boy called back to the discarded bones of his former competitor, the stress and toil of the day melting from the zebra's softly defined muscles. The water lapped against his skin gently as he waded deeper, feeling the strangely thickening fluid kissing at his balls. Thickening? Zack snapped his attention away from the mounting pleasure in his thighs; it felt good. The boy couldn't help but feel astutely aware of his cock's sudden need. As his hand dropped to curl around the girth of his shaft, the zebra's panic only mounted. Tendrils curled from the water's surface, hovering amidst the moonlit ripples of the pond like snakes raised and ready to strike.

The water had taken on the consistency of gelatine around Zack's legs, sucking at his increasingly heated flesh. Even as fear lanced up through the equine's belly, he could feel the pleasure lapping at its heel. The gel-like substance squeezed at the zebra's balls, egging him on, begging him to wade in deeper. Like the smell had lured the otter to his fate, the zebra could feel himself moving forward even as every screaming thought in his head tried to stop him. Still that pleasure burned in his lower belly as the water around his hips began to ripple. Small tendrils of wriggling slime slid up the boy's lean belly, curling like ivy as it wound around one of his nipples; still he felt the pull of his own self-destructive lust urging him deeper.

Zacks' mind only snapped back-- a moment of clarity-- just in time for it to be too late. The tendrils had a firm grasp on his frame as his pleasure abated and the realization that he was caught sunk in. The zebra let out a desperate whinny as his hands tore at the slime climbing towards his face. The moon looked on indifferently as Zack struggled in the grip of the blob he had mistaken for a pond. As the chilled ooze pressed against his lips, the boy's eyes rolled back, the flavour of it washing over his tongue as it dripped down his throat; the pleasure returned seconds later.

The warmth started in his belly, snaking its way through his chest and sides within seconds. Every nerve tingled with excitement and he could feel his cock react, thick globs of pre-cum diluting into the blob as his dick spasmed with an un-natural need. The tendrils were dragging him downwards now, he could feel the slime rising and thickening around his chest. It coated the inside of his throat as the tendrils which dotted the 'pond's' surface waved their farewells in the cold light of the night sky. Zack's mind flared with pleasure; the horrors of his situation were lost in a sudden pulsating lust. It was as his head slipped below the surface, not even a ripple marking its passing in the now gelatine-esque body of the amorphous predator, that Zack came.

It was like cumming into a tissue held too tightly against the head, the pressure of it drawing a silent cry from the submerged zebra. Every inch of his body yearned to be touched, and the blob was all too happy to oblige. It pressed against him from every angle, holding him tight even as it moved him deeper into its form. His cum arched through the ooze for only an inch before it found itself as trapped as the equine. Even as Zack watched, lungs filled with the slime, the trapped fluid dissolved, digested by the ooze which held him. It was only when the boy tried to scream that he realized he could still breathe. How? The zebra was in no position to hazard a guess. It was hardly a blessing either, as it dawned on the hormone-ridden male that he'd be alive when it digested him like it had his cum; the thought sent shivers down his spine.

How deep into it was he now? The moonlight failed to brighten where the boy was now, blocked out by the body of the predator that now held him, firmly beyond the zebra's reach. Still, the lust kept him calmer than his mind expected him to be, his body working of its own volition as it rutted and writhed in the grip of the blob. His skin had begun to tingle by the time the zebra came a second time. The viscosity of the slime immediately around his body seemed to soften, allowing the zebra to arch his back slightly as more of his cream fired into the predator. Several pulsing shots of it hover in the ooze, as it had before, and like then, it dissolved away.

Hours seemed to drag in the dark depths the zebra now found himself, the boy was exhausted. His cock ached and burned with that same lust, but it also ached and burned from the exertions of his evening. Again he came, humping helplessly into the ooze as his broad tip flared and sprayed another load of cum; the boy's tired mind, reeling with the weight of all that pleasure, wondered how he was still cumming and once again found he couldn't guess.

The barest tips of the morning sun had begun to grace the top of the shimmering pond by the time Zack passed out. He had counted twenty one orgasms, tallying them like a prisoner tracking his time in captivity, before his mind collapsed. Darkness took the pleasure-strained zebra and the ooze reacted. It softened and held its prey like a newborn, urging the sleep that would keep Zack docile as it digested him. His shaft still jutted stiffly from his thighs, either unable or unwilling to soften as it owner passed into an exhausted sleep.

The blob ate slowly, but it had little reason to hurry. The zebra would feed it for weeks, a few extra inches of ooze growing somewhere on its form from the nutrients gleaned from the boy. So it would wait, its meal locked away deep inside, for another boy to fancy a dip in its warm embrace.