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Randal awoke to the sounds of morning, which sounded more like exotic animals screwing rather than of a rooster crowing. The sun has just peeked over the trees and filtering into the village commons.

Darkthorn had already been up and was finishing the final touches on the packs that they would be carrying. Ganemede was there in the house as well; he was double-checking his pack with Darkthorn's assistance.

"You sure you don' want a second escort, yeh know none of us mind helping."

"I'm quite sure. Sometimes less is more. We'll be traveling through some dangerous places, and the less people we have to set off any plants or animals, the better."

"Yeah, I know. Still, you do know we are all very grateful."

Darkthorn smiled at him and then spoke to Randal without even looking over at him, "We're getting ready to leave soon. You should get up."

Ganemede turned to look at Randal, who was lying on his side with his eyes open. He looked back at Darkthorn and grunted, "I hate when yeh do things like that. Freaks me out."

Randal pulled the covers off him and got up. He stood, stretching out his arms and curling his fingers into fists. He stretched up on his toes, several of his bones cracking and repositioning themselves noisily. He scratched the side of his body and looked at the blue-green liquid inside the bottle that was placed right next to the bed. He picked it up and looked at it.

"Should wash yourself off with that," Darkthorn said, still without looking at Randal. Ganemede gave a slight glare at the wolf. "It will cover your scent, make it easier to go about unmolested for a few days."

Randal smiled and headed for the washroom. He gave the wolf and bull a firm good-morning hug as he passed, received a loving kiss from Darkthorn, and then a brash grope from Ganemede.

The washroom wasn't that much a washroom, more a basin of a thick, waterproof pod cut in half. Above this basin was another, smaller pod that water could be stored in for showers.. Randal poured the bucket of water up into it and then stood inside the basin. He pulled the small lever, which opened the way for the water to trickle out and around him. He soaked up his fur and stopped the flow of water. Taking the bottle of fluid, he rubbed it all in his fur, lathering himself up with a sweet, overly floral scent. Knowing how most of the forest worked, almost every single animal was put off by the scents, and most plants ignored beasts that had certain pheromones. Randal guessed this was a special mixture Darkthorn had come up with, and he was very careful about using the entire bottle and getting every inch of fur soaped up with it. He restarted the water and rinsed off the soap, leaving himself smelling like a pretty flower. He chuckled as this thought drifted into his mind.

Randal stepped out of the washroom and was immediately handed his backpack. It was thick and heavy, but when braced properly wasn't that much of a hindrance. With all three properly burdened, they stepped out of the house.

A few of the villagers were there to see them off, those who didn't have early-morning chores to do. Falroth was there to hand Randal a special package of sweet-cake, and then proceeded to find a spot in the backpack to store it.

The goodbyes were said and the three tromped off northward along a well-worn path. For the first few hours nothing was said, all three following the winding path until it began to disappear into the overgrowth of foliage.

When, at last, the trail was completely lost, they stopped for a moment. Darkthorn pulled out a small compass and waited for the needle to stop moving. He turned an eighth of the way to his left, and started stepping through the bushes. Ganemede and Randal followed without concern, if anyone in the forest could identify and avoid dangerous plants and animals, Darkthorn could.

They followed, stopped only once to eat and relieve themselves. Not until the sun was nearing the end of its journey across the sky. Darkthorn found a rather even spot of land that was covered in light green moss. He stepped out into it and dropped his pack. The moss underneath his feet started to wiggle a little, tickling his soles. "Come on, its quite safe," he woofed.

Randal stepped onto the mossy covering. It felt like puffy cotton under his feet as he walked to Darkthorn. The instant he stopped moving, it began to move and undulate gently beneath him, massaging his feet.

"Firemoss," Darkthorn said. Immediate Randal looked quite pleased. He had learned about this a while back from the teaching sessions Darkthorn gave to newcomers. The moss was quite pleasant to stand on, even better to lie down upon. It would rub and sooth those that cam into contact with it and keep those within its circle safe from any other predators, animal or vegetable. Around its edge the plant had sharp, poison-tipped barbs that it would jab at any creature or plant that tried to enter its territory, but amazingly enough knew when a person was there and let them enter unmolested.

At night, it would glow and let out a very gentle and arousing pollen, the plants way of 'asking' for food in return for the safety it provided. Randal had once asked how all these plants and animals came into existence, only to get a response that surprised and scared him. Darkthorn simply replied that he didn't know.

As the three pulled off their packs and set them aside, the moss surrounded and sent loops of thin roots around the packs, securing them to the ground so they couldn't be stolen away.

Darkthorn sat down and opened his pack, easily pushing the roots away to get at the meal he had prepared. As he sat, small roots began to slip through his fur to hold him gently down. He brushed at them with his paw and they relented, leaving him alone. Randal did the same, brushing away the roots to prevent them from molesting him right now. Ganemede, however, welcomed the root's attentions and leaned back to let them dance and grip over his body.

"We have quite a ways to go, so take it easy on the food," Darkthorn mentioned as he bit into a piece of targem pie. It tasted quite a bit like broccoli, even if it looked at all nothing like it. Randal took a slice out for himself and began to eat.

"So, we're going to the coast, right?"

Darkthorn nodded.

"Haven't you ever tried to find a way out of here from there?"

Darkthorn's patience was almost infinite, and it showed as he answered this question, one that had been asked of him countless times. "I would love to, but, as you know, I don't think we're all on the same planet we started out on. I don't know how or why, but the travel pods take us somewhere else. Just look at the stars, and you'll see for yourself."

Randal stopped his question there, not wanting to push further. Even though logic and evidence pointed to Darkthorn's theory, it was still that, a theory. The stars showed a sky he wasn't familiar with, even though he had never taken up astronomy. Despite any other attempt at figuring out where they all were, that theory was still the only logical conclusion.

Ganemede was grunting softly as roots were intertwining along his dick, stroking and teasing him while other roots kept his arms restrained firmly. Slowly he was being rolled over to lay face down on the mossy surface, and neither he, nor Darkthorn, was doing anything to prevent it.

Randal finished his meal just as Ganemede was being propped over a bulge. The bull's penis was slipped into a warm, tight hole in the surface of the moss and slowly suckled upon while his ass was being pushed up, exposed.

Darkthorn snickered a bit, "You know, Randal, not many opportunities like a barely-fucked bull tail get shoved into your face like that."

Randal was aghast at the statement made. He never heard such crude words uttered by the wolf. He had always envisioned Darkthorn as above such things, to be of a higher morality.

"Don't look so shocked. Sometimes I like to get dirty and nasty."

Randal looked dumbfounded. He even looked more so when the wolf stood up, walked over to Ganemede, kneeled down, and then shoved himself full force into the bull's backside.

Ganemede yelled out loudly, his muscles being spread wide roughly. After the yell and subsequent grunts of displeasure, Ganemede groaned and said, "Oh yeah, fuck that bull tail. Oh yeah, tie me wolf, tie yer lil' bitch."

Randal was confounded. Sitting there as the moss massaged his underside. He had never seen Darkthorn act like this. He was always the leader, mediator and mentor. It was painful in a way for this illusion to be shattered. But watching the wolf mounting and taking the bull like he was no more a plant that needed to be fed, the false pretenses Randal had had about Darkthorn were irrevocably disintegrated. This bull in particular, however, was more than crude and verbal when he was in the mood, and no surprise was issued for what he said.

Darkthorn pounded himself into the bull roughly, giving exactly what the bull had asked for. He even leaned over and bit the back of Ganemede's neck hard enough to draw forth a small amount of blood. The thick-furred hips slapped against short-fuzzed ass, thrusting the wolfish length repeatedly into the bull.

"Puppy, get o'er here," Ganemede grunted loudly. The sound was of someone in desperate need, calling for help. "Get o'er here and feed me that sweet puppy cock. Come on puppy, come on over, gimme that sweet puppy juice yeh got."

Randal finally moved, walking around the two as if getting too close might taint him. He looked at both for them from the front, Darkthorn resting his head and staring at Randal, Ganemede keeping his head down and eyes closed.

"Go on," Darkthorn said in a low grunt, "The firemoss is going take him a few times, unless you want to feed it some as well."

Randal smiled a bit, "Maybe I can feed it after," he did enjoy some of the plants' attentions.

He kneeled down before the bull, who immediately pulled his head up and sucked down on the pink tip extruding from Randal's sheath. Right on cue, the moss suddenly bubbled in a few areas and burst open, sending a purple-pink misting of pollen into the air. The sweet smell engulfed all three, for a moment it's potency was strong enough to rob all of them of their senses.

Randal's cock swelled sharply, filling so quickly he had to pull back his skin to free the knot from inside the sheath. Fighting to get a grip, Ganemede's mouth began to demand every inch of his dick. After some struggling he finally got the knot popped out of the skin and pulled his hand away.

Ganemede swallowed the cock down entirely; he even took the knot between his lips. Randal could feel the muscles of the bull's throat flexing around him. Rippling and tugging his cock as the bull swallowed. He gripped the horns of the bull's to hold himself up while he was being sucked dry, which didn't take much time from the sudden appearance of pollen. Soon he was pulsing and shooting his load down the swallowing throat, locked inside by the tight lips holding his knot. Darkthorn had also tied inside the bull and was feeding him wolf-spunk.

Randal noticed (as his eyes opened from the intense sensations) that Darkthorn had turned and was down on all fours, just like a dog tying his bitch. For a few moments Randal was quite jealous, but that melted away as he was let go and sank back against the massaging firemoss.

Randal stared up at the stars, feeling a bit tired now. He turned to watch the bull relaxing as he had just finished expelling his own semen for the plant and Darkthorn's knot had shrunk enough that he could pull out (with a loud complaint from Ganemede.)

Randal noticed the sides of the area bulging again, and then a second deluge of pollen filtered into the area. The effect was a sudden rush of need again, as if he hadn't just cum moments before. His cock was swollen again, throbbing hotly in the open air and still tinged with the remnants of his cum and bovine saliva.

Darkthorn was next to him, helping to move him over to the bull, and then pushing him facedown into the moss. Just before Randal felt his cock enter the tight opening of one of the plant's feeding orifices, he noticed Ganemede's ass had been crammed full of roots, which were stroking inside him slowly.

A bulge appeared under Randal's hips, forcing his ass up into the air just where Darkthorn wanted it. Roots entwined around Randal's arms and legs, securing him firmly in that position.

The wolf slid up inside the canine, the cock slick with leftover cum from its previous ejaculation. The motions were slow and even, pushing firmly but not forcing the tight muscles around it to open too quickly.

Randal groaned while the tight, slick surfaces of the plant's opening squeezed and massaged his length. It worked not to bring forth a quick orgasm, but to please and tease. Then he felt the warm body of the wolf lay atop him, the length now buried within his tailhole fully. Arms reached around and hugged at the younger canine, gripping and holding his body tight.

A slow, steady thrusting began atop Randal. The sweet motions of the slick cock rubbing and sliding into his body made him groan out with low growls. He pushed his head forward, exposing the back of his neck to the wolf. Without hesitation, jaws gripped the exposed portion of furry skin, holding it tightly. Randal could feel waves of electrical delight coursing through his body.

Darkthorn's body spoke for him. His jerking thrusts quickly moving the cock in and out in shallow thrusts. His cock made the husky groan and push back, begging for more. The muscles gripping the invading appendage slacked, letting it slide more easily, which was what the wolf was waiting for.

Getting himself ready, Darkthorn braced his paws against the plant, digging in with his claws so he could thrust hard. He stroked himself off with the husky's anus, sliding back and forth the full length with needy, quick thrusts. His jaws clamped down tighter, breaking a portion of the skin. A slight coppery taste feeds into the wolf's mouth, causing him to buck and thrust as hard as he could into the husky.

Randal's ears perk up as the bull next to him came yet again, feeding the plant. His own cock began to tingle, not from the suckling tube around it, but from the wolf firmly breeding him.

Randal felt every motion inside him, the cock that pierced his entryway felt like the entirety of the wolf above him. Each thrust translated the muscle movements of every part of Darkthorn's body and Randal felt as if he wasn't just being fucked, but his entire body was the recipient of the wolf's desires.

Randal then felt the knot being shoved roughly inside him, spreading his muscles painfully until it popped inside. For a moment Darkthorn was still, then his dick began to pulse as cum ejected itself into Randal's body. Randal's own pleasure quickly escalated, but he didn't start his climax until he felt Darkthron lift himself off his body and turn around, tying him properly. The ass-to-ass feeling and the constant pressure of the knot pushed him over the edge. He began to feed the plant beneath him while the wolf was marking him.

The three stayed like that for a short time until the plant gentle released the bull and husky. It took slightly longer for Darkthorn to pull himself free from Randal's body, but he was finally able to do so with a slight protest from Randal's muscles.

The three curled up together, Randal sandwiched behind Ganemede and in front of Darkthorn, held safely by the lightly glowing firemoss.