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Randal's brain went numb. That thing rose out of the water, huge, purple-pink, with eyes as large as a car, and it had more than just two. The water had become quite a bit calmer now that the beast was floating along the surface. All the avians noticed it, as well as some of the captives that had been swooped up onto the edge of the nest. Those inside the nest, however, were wrought with fear as the birds all began to take flight amidst shrieks of alarm. As soon as the first one hit the air, all the others took off as if they were psychically linked.

Randal looked around, there on the ground a short distance away was the humming metallic ball. He ran to it and picked it up off the ground. As he held it, the vibrations eased up, going from a hand-tickling buzz to a light hum.

He held it close to his chest. Something inside his mind telling him it was a good idea, clutching it like it were more precious than gold. Something whipped past him, it was the same color as the creature he saw in the ocean. He jumped back, stumbling and landing firmly on his rump. It was a tentacle as thick as his arm and stretching. He watched it snag a Velcurion right out of the air, whipping it back with a firm hold of his foot. He watched it grabbing at the air, eyes wide as it streaked backwards to the creature. It bounced against the transparent body and was sucked inside some small chamber, where smaller tentacles soon began raping the avian.

The creature was now on shore, very close to the tree that Randal was in. More tentacles snapped out, each grabbing a hold of one of the Velcurion and pulling it back only to be sucked into its own private compartment and then raped. Randal knew that this huge... thing was looking to satiate its hunger on the semen it was forcibly milking from the hundred or so birds it had caught.

Soon, all of the flock was inside this creature, getting a fair dose, Randal thought, of what they had been doing to all their captives. Looking around himself, he saw Ganemede walking over, watching the beast with a wary eye.

"So," the bull said, "did, uh... you just summon that beast or sumthin?"

Randal looked at the metallic sphere, it was now nearly silent, save for a small blinking red light. He looked at the light closely, and saw that it was in a small recess. He pushed his thumb against it, felt a small click and the ball began to vibrate slowly. "I think this thing did it."

Watching over at the huge beast, it was now roughly pulling out the Velcurion's who it was finished with, depositing them inside the huge nest one by one. Each one looked slimy and out of breath, slumped over as they were released, their wings too wet to fly.

"I wonder," Randal thought, but as soon as he had the image of what it would be like being used by the creature he felt a slimy, rubbery tentacle wrap around his waist. It lifted him off the nest's side, leaving Ganemede to jump and grab at the canine's ankle.

Randal's next thought was that he didn't want to find out, and just after he had started to be reeled in, the tentacle dropped him down gently, and sped away. A chill ran down the canine's back, causing all his hackles to stand up.

"Oi, you alright? I thought that thing was going to cart you off too."

Randal gave him a look. "I think..." he said, but he stopped before he completed his sentence. He cleared his mind, willing himself to create a thought that merely stated he didn't want this to happen, that he was just saying it. He continued, "It can read my thoughts and do what I want."

"Bullshit," Ganemede interjected.

The term hit Randal like a ton of tickling feathers. He smirked, trying to contain his laughter, but soon snorted it out and began chuckling. He stifled it from the glare he got. "Sorry, but, no, really, watch."

Randal turned and looked at the creature. It was finishing off with the last of the birds when thought 'I want to be taken down with all my friends and put gently onto the shore.'

Tentacles began flying around him, snapping and gently (or as gently as this creature probably could) picked them up. Some were screaming and shaking, others were too stunned to move. Randal felt a bit scared as his feet left the solid twigs of the nest. He was lifted, brought closer to the creature, but then placed down onto the sand. Others were popping down around him in a haphazard pattern.

"Oh, no way!" Randal beamed, smiling and feeling rather giddy about this 'power' he was just handed. A few of those now down on the ground and away from the birds began to run off, scared, disappearing into the trees and bushes up along the top of the beach, while a few others were just sitting down stunned into silence.

"Hey," the bull slapped him on the shoulder, "yeh mind letting me know you're gonna do that before you do it. Scared the life out of me!"

A couple of those around looked to Randal, a few making the connection between what he was holding and the creature. Darkthorn and Mazurek made their way around, finding the white husky easily amongst the darker colored fur.

Mazurek spoke, "So this ball, controls that creature?"

"I think so," Randal replied, "I mean, I was just thinking..."

A red hand darted around the husky, grabbing at the ball and yanking it away. He turned and looked at the fox that had previously spoken to him just after he found the sphere.

"I knew this thing was important! Oh man, what I could do...!" The fox's greedy eyes looked over the orb.

Randal growled, "You give that back right now!"

The fox jumped away, "I don't..." was all he said before a tentacle shot out and grabbed his ankle. Like a whip he was yanked up and held upside-down a few feet over the sand, his hands dropping the ball as he let out an undignified yelp.

Randal just looked at the fox, shaking his head. He was about to think of something fitting to do to the fox, when he felt a hand gently press down against his shoulder. He turned, looking up into the green face of the four-armed iguana. The look he got was full of warmth and understanding, and under that gaze alone the husky's thoughts softened as well.

"Sorry," Randal said, "I was just thinking..."

"I know," came the gentle voice. "But with this control you have been gifted over this," he motioned to the huge bulging beast now waiting complacently a few yards off shore, "I would suggest discretion."

The husky nodded. He turned, walked over to the sphere and picked it up, looking at the whimpering fox. "If I let you down, you're not going to do anything foolish, are you?"

"N... n... no!"

"OK then."

The fox was placed down onto the sand directly. He stood; his ears flat back against his head and tail down.

"Well now," Darkthorn said, "now that you have this interesting little gift, you think we should discuss something with the Velcurions? Maybe let them know that keeping captives is not an appropriate behavior?"

Smirking slightly, "It might be a good idea. Want to come up with me and talk to them, I bet they're all too wet to fly right now."

"Yes, please," Darkthorn said.

"Oi, not me, I aint going back up there on a tentacle elevator, thank-you-very-much." The bull was standing there with his arms folded.

"Not to worry," the husky said, "You, Mazurek?"

"I will keep my feet on the ground for now, but thank you for offering."

Randal nodded. "OK, then, I'll just..." His words were barely out of his mouth when rubbery tentacles slipped around his chest and hips, lifting both Darkthorn and himself. They rose up amidst a few started yells, but ascended through the air until they were deposited inside the nest, where the birds were milling around in a state of shock.

"Oh, the sphere!" Randal said, and a few moments later it landed next to him. He picked it up, shaking his head in a bemused way.

Darkthorn stepped forward, "Who of you is the leader?"

The birds all looked to him, as if amazed such an outsider could speak. A few moments passed before one stepped forward to announce himself. "I am."

Darkthorn looked at him, "My name is Darkthorn, I am the leader of my village. You have violated both my, and my companion's freedom, as well as many others. I, myself, am not one to harbor ill feelings if such actins were done out of... ignorance," the leader's eye twitched a bit at that word, but said nothing as the wolf continued, "But my companion here seems to be the one in control of that creature. Since it is his will and not mine that called forth this creature, I cannot force him to do anything, be it retaliatory or not. I therefore might suggest that we discuss restitution for those you have imprisoned, and find a means so such events may not occur again. If we can't, well, I can't really say what kind of actions my friend might take."

Randal felt his insides warm up at the comments. For a moment, when he started his little speech, he thought that Darkthorn was about to take on his normal authority and use his diplomatic skills. However, the wolf had, in a very succinct manner, tossed the ball of authority to him, and now all eyes were focused accordingly.

The leader of the Velcurions spoke to Randal, his tone taking on a hint of apprehension and fear. "I am Kha'Shieve," he spoke, giving an odd sort of bow but not breaking eye contact, "and it has been made clear that you have skills and tools that are outside our ability to cope with. I therefore humbly request your... forgiveness, and hope that we may be able to reach an agreement to prevent any further hostile actions that might be taken."

Randal cleared his throat; suddenly the warmth of being praised and given this taste of authority was gone. Now he had a dry mouth, and a small amount of panic tickled his mind. He looked to Darkthorn, who only smiled and nodded his head. Randal smiled back, and then walked up to Kha'Shieve.

"Kha'Shieve, I am Randal." The Velcurion gave another odd bow, again keeping eye contact. He felt a weight drop onto his chest, his mind thinking rapidly of what to say, while quelling thoughts of what he would really like to see happen. A few of the Velcurions twitched as the sea creature behind must have moved suddenly, but no tentacles came forth. "I would request that, for the time being, we delay our discussions until later, when all of us have had time to rest and recover from our personal ordeals."

Kha'Shieve nodded his head. "I thank you. You are welcome, if you so desire, to share our bedding up here." A few Velcurions made a few noises, and the leader make a quick, high-pitched squawk that shut them up instantly. "Otherwise, we shall await your return with humble respect." At this he bowed a third time, though he broke eye contact and remained with his head bowed. Randal took this as some sign of submission.

"Then we shall return, tomorrow at noon?"

"We shall await you here." Kha'Shieve lifted his head up, looking at Randal and remained silent.

Darkthorn put his hand on Randal's shoulder. "Let's go down before they get worried about us."

Randal nodded, and the tentacles came yet again, cradling them and returning them to the sandy beach. Some of those that had fled previously had wandered back and were milling around in the small group forming on the beach. They all watched as the two canines returned.

Ganemede piped up immediately after they set down. "So, what did they say?"

Darkthorn sat down on the sand, his lips a little bit pursed together, looking a tad ill from the sudden decent.

"We're meeting with them tomorrow, to discuss restitution and to keep them from kidnapping any more. They weren't too happy about it, I can tell you that."

Someone had walked up behind Randal while he was explaining in detail the short conversation that had gone on. He stopped when he felt a finger gently tap his shoulder. Turning around he saw a lithe rabbit, his height a bit shorter than anyone else Randal had ever seen.

"Yes?" Randal asked.

The rabbit whispered something so soft that Randal couldn't hear it. He frowned, cupped his hand to his ear and asked the rabbit to repeat it.

Randal smirked a little. "Well, I suppose if you really want to..." he said, and before he completed what he was saying, tentacles from the still stationary beast whipped out and grappled the bunny, lifting him away to do whatever it did to feed of the semen of those it caught.

Mazurek spoke, "Well that was interesting."

Randal shrugged, "Hey, he wanted to see what it was like. Its not like that thing is going to hurt him. After all, the birds were just dropped back all slimy and dripping."

The four of them just stood there on the beach for a few moments. Looking to each other, looking to the sea. There was a sudden, awkward feeling that was starting to seep into everyone on the beach. It was Darkthorn that finally spoke up, "You know, there are some of us who didn't quite get to, umm, relieve ourselves. And as much as it might not seem appropriate, I think it would be a good idea to help those who need it to alleviate their needs."

The wolf slipped himself closer to the husky, "Shall we find ourselves a nice, quiet spot to relax in?"

Randal's cheeks burned hotly. Not from the fact that Darkthorn was showing outward affection to him, but by the fact Ganemede's face suddenly slipping into an over sarcastic look of shock and surprise.

"Well," Randal spoke, the work getting caught in his throat. He swallowed, "Sure, I suppose. We aren't going back up until tomorrow."

"Good," Darkthorn said, leaning in so his warm breath slowly cascaded over the husky's cheek, then leaned in to give him a gently kiss. Randal found his hand being taken and slowly lead up the beach to some bushes, where he assumed they were going for a bit of privacy.

They fond a fairly comfortable spot on some moss, Darkthorn first checking it out to make sure it was safe. He then pushed Randal down on his back, straddling his hips and leaning his warm rump against the husky's sheath.

The two embraced and kissed, their lips and muzzles sliding together to join so they could both taste of each other. This was the first time in over a week Randal had felt the love he always connected with sharing Darkthorn's passion. Their tongues pressed and slid against each other firmly, leaving and taking traces of their saliva, creating a slightly intoxicating scent.

Fingers slipped down the husky's body, reaching and sliding over his chest to grip the two firm nipples barely visible under the fur. The fingers gripped the nubs and pinched, causing Randal to inhale sharply and push his hips up against the warm cleft of his lover's backside.

The husky found his dick quickly sliding out of his sheath, guided between the furry cheeks and leaving small traces of his moisture behind. The scent of both dicks began to swirl in the air, mixing with those produced from their deep kissing.

Darkthorn shifted himself, pushing he knees between the husky's legs and firmly prying them apart. Little resistance was met as the wolfs hands help to lift up the hips of his lover, sliding his unsheathed length against fur and down to where it would soon enter a warm hole.

Randal pulled from the kiss, his hands up and around the neck of the wolf staring down at him. He closed his eyes and lifted his feet up, grabbing them with his hands to keep his position steady. He felt the warm, pointed shaft pressing and rubbing against his anus, rocking slowly back and forth and leaving trails of slick precum.

Without a word the wolf leaned in, pressing with a familiar aim and sinking slowly into that sweet, warm heat. Both now had closed their eyes, one feeling the bliss of a warm body wrapped around his member, the other with that stretching fullness of having his lover buried deep into him. They slid together until the gently swollen knot pressed against Randal's opening; then a slow rocking motion began as the wolf brought himself repeatedly in and out of the grip.

Moans of joy and ecstasy slowly filtered out from their mossy area, sounds that grew in dept and volume as the two enjoyed each other's bodies. They had shifted, Darkthorn leaning up onto his knees while Randal held his legs up, the two joined now only by the rod of flesh that was pounding against the husky's insides.

The strength and speed of the wolfs need grew, pushing with ever increasing need his knot against the hole, waiting for the right time to slip inside and tie with his lover. The sounds of flesh sliding against each other was almost drowned out by the panting and cries of bliss, until the wolf shot his hips forward, burying the knot within the ring of flesh, causing the husky to help and grimace, which melted quickly into a tongue-lolling grin.

Locked, they held still a moment as the pleasure burned for those sweet moments before the wolf bucked gently, spraying the inside of the husky with warm, watery lupine seed. Slowly Darkthorn leaned back over the husky, relaxing his body, as they remained locked together. Heavy breathing and occasional sounds of an exceptionally good jolt of pleasure were all they uttered.