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The beast that had been summoned by Randal and the metallic orb was now gone. The sun had just slipped down past the edge of the water; the bright red-gold streaks of remaining light were dwindling slowly.

The rabbit that had asked for a "ride" on the tentacle beast got dropped back on the shores slimy and extremely satisfied. He was recounting what happened inside the beast to those around who would have liked to try it themselves, but by the time Randal and Darkthorn had re-emerged from the bushes, it had slowly sunk under the waves and vanished.

Randal was momentarily inundated with requests to bring the creature back. Randal just smiled and shook his head. He knew, for some reason, that he would not be able to call the beast back so quickly, for the metal orb had grown silent and cold again.

They made a camp for the night, building a small fire and roasted two large boar-like creatures that Ganemede and two others had gone out to hunt. They returned with a fourth, a rhinoceros named Steve. He was quite a curious attraction to Randal, as he had never seen a rhinoceros before, at least one walking on two legs and talking like he did. It wasn't uncommon for Randal to see other sentient, two-legged versions of the animals he had seen back home.

"... spent over a month out in the wilderness by yerself, did you?" came the booming voice of Ganemede as they had come into earshot.

"Yes, was a survivalist from a young age, took some courses when I was a teenager, and went to see if I could do it on my own," came the voice of the gray rhino as they stepped out from the trees.

"Just a knife and some clothes huh? Damn those skills would be useful here."

"And speaking of here," Steve the rhinoceros said, "Where exactly is here? I mean, I never saw the stars like they are at night here, so I assume I'm not back on my own planet."

"You are quite right," Darkthorn said, stepping up to help with the carcasses. "We are not, if not from the stars we see at night, but the many different species we see around us."

Steve looked at the wolf, smiling a bit. "OK, but can you tell me this, how come I can understand you, and you can understand me? I'm quite sure that all languages across different planets aren't the same, especially when there are over fifty languages on my home planet."

Randal felt a small pang of stupidity in the depths of his stomach. He had been here for so long, how come he had never thought of such an important question? Why did he, after being dumped from the travel pod, not even thought it strange another sentient species could talk to and understand him? And even if one other species could, how could all the species here talk to each other.

"I have never been able to figure that one out myself, Mr.?"

"Steve," the rhino replied.

"Steve. I myself know four languages, and even when I try and speak them, they all sound the same. I'm not sure if I am actually speaking another language and everyone around me can understand it, or if I'm just speaking a common language everyone can understand, despite what I want to speak."

"Well, I wouldn't think us all being here like this was an accident. But I have no idea how one of those... travel pods I think Ganemede said, could travel into space, and if it did, how come I was only locked away for about a few days?"

Darkthorn began skinning one of the beasts quickly, his hands moving as if he need not even think of what he was doing. "I've been searching for answers, but I have come up empty so far."

Randal had come over and began to help cutting away chunks of meat and wrapping them in thick leaves for cooking. He used small strands of bark that were collected to tie them closed, and then placed them next to the fire pit that was just kindled into flames. He worked and listened intently, questions he had never thought of asking suddenly popping in and out of his brain while the sweet smell of cooked meat began wafting from the fire.

"Have you found any answers at all," Steve continued.

"No, our trip here, myself, Ganemede and Randal here," it was the first mention of his name in the conversation, "who is my mate, we came here to get some supplies and do a little scouting to see what we could find. That's when we got taken by the avians here." And Darkthorn recounted the story, of being snatched up, dropped into small nests and forced to feed some plant, then brought to the holding nest, and everything the occurred there.

"What I don't get," he said, "is why the avians lied about seeds they made us feed. They don't make children, from what I understand about them. I think it was their way of impressing on their captives that there are more of them on the way, and not to try and escape."

The beach where they stayed was now only lit by the dull glow of the stars and the flickering fire burning in the pit. Almost every captive had, by now, returned though there was no real way to get a count of everyone missing, something that Randal could tell annoyed Darkthorn more than he let on. Each person was invited to come back to the village where they were if they wanted, which would undoubtedly force them from calling it a village to a town. Everyone who was asked was more than willing to go, since there was little alternative available.

They all ate the meat sparingly; making sure each person got enough to eat. As the fires dwindled in the pit, most had fallen asleep or were relieving their needs again on the warm sand. Ganemede and Steve had snuck off to a quite spot together, which made Randal burn slightly with jealousy. He wanted to have a little time with the newcomer himself, as he found the gray, thick skin and horns on the rhino's snout more than masculine. But he snuggled up to Darkthorn and rubbed his nose into the musky fur. It was Darkthorn's sometimes annoyingly accurate predictions of others' feelings that pulled him out of his slight annoyance.

"There will be plenty of time later to play with the newcomer, Randal."

"Huh?" he said, lifting his head, "what do...?"

He got a deeply sarcastic look. "I know you pretty well, I can tell what's going on. I know, he's quite handsome and very, very new. Not to mention the first of his kind ever to show up. But Ganemede wont keep him to himself you know, like I don't keep you to me."

Randal smiled and felt both relieved and tense. "But, you know, I could be all yours."

"Ah, yes, you could. But unfortunately in this place, monogamy isn't quite encouraged by the plant life, now is it? And he's also fresh from the pods, and needs a little extra care, but don't worry, like I said, you will get your chance, just like everyone else that was eyeing him." Darkthorn gave a strong smile, one that made the husky feel much better about the whole thing.

They slept under the stars, the group waking up slowly as the sun filtered around the trees and lit up the sky. Randal was the first to wake, walking over to the growth of trees up the beach and relieving his bladder against a tree. With one hand on his sheath and another holding himself up against the tree, he noticed some slow moving vines trying, very cautiously, to wrap around his leg. He lifted his foot away quickly, and they didn't speed up. He finished amidst the vines trying, in vain, to grab a hold of him, but their speed wasn't quite what was needed to catch someone while awake.

He walked back down and shook Darkthorn awake, "Hey, there are some odd vines creeping down from the trees, they tried grabbing my feet, but they don't seem to be quick. Think we should wake everyone up?"

Darkthorn shook his head to wake up quicker, thinking a moment. "Nah, no need, its not a dangerous plant. Besides, all it wants is some cum and I think a few of those around here might welcome the flowers and the way it feeds."

"Ah..." Randal said as he looked back to see some vines beginning to slip gentle towards a few sleepers. "Maybe I should, you know, warn some people."

The wolf chuckled, "If you want. Don't forget we have a meeting today."

"Yeah, I know. How are we going to get back up there? I mean, that beast from yesterday is gone."

"I'll figure something out. You go wake those guys up if you want to, those vines are getting close."

Randal walked away from the wolf, waking up people along the upper portion of the beach and informing them of the vines now only yards away. Some got up and walked further down towards the waves while others decided it would be more fun to see what they could do, and walked into their grip.

When he woke up Steve and Ganemede, the rhino was quick to point out that the pod of one of those vine plants saved him from drowning when the beast had emerged, and quickly got himself an erection as he thought about the teasing, torturous way it kept him aroused. Randal looked down at he dick, then away quickly.

"If yeh wanna suck the rhino cock," Ganemede said, his voice almost teasing, "you can, I doubt he would mind it much yeh know."

Randal looked at the bull, who was, in a very odd way, trying to showcase the gray shaft with his hands like he were on some game show. Randal's whole body jumped with a start, his heart quickly thumping in his chest. Steve had shifted so both his legs were spread and he was leaning back on his arms, showing his full erection, and there was the bull, acting like Randal had just won the grand prize.

The skin peeling back over the head was certainly a tempting sight, that and the musky, strong smell now coming from it. The rhino patted his leg, "Come on, I hear Ganemede says you give really good muzzle. Why not share some of that talent with me, or do you only do that for the bull here?"

Randal's cheeks flushed hotly, the white fur turning pink underneath. Yesterday he had been jealous of the bull taking Steve away, now he was embarrassed that they had been talking about his oral talents, and felt shy!

"Come on, lil pups, yeh want some thick cockjuice down your muzzle, don't you?" Ganemede's words were always well placed when he wanted some sex from the husky, and this situation was no different. He knelt down, his own dick poking up from his sheath, moist and reddish, while he pushed his muzzle closer to the musky aroma.

"That's a good puppy," Ganemede continued in a lower, more gravelly voice, "lemme see yeh take that dick like you take mine. I wanna see you swallow all that thick jizz."

Randal's tail wagged involuntarily from the words, his heart thumped so strongly he was sure the others could hear it. His muzzle went down, opening up and taking that heady taste into his mouth. He closed his lips around the skin and pressed down, the taste was so strong it almost made his eyes water, but it was by no means unpleasant. He had never tasted something so, so masculine. It was as if the rhino was nothing more than a walking sack of testosterone. His muzzle drooled as he took the entirety of it into his warm mouth, feeling small drops of precum oozing from the tip and giving him a much more salty taste.

Ganemede was stroking himself slowly, his eyes transfixed as he watched the husky, knowing that the canine would love the taste as he had the night before. For the bull, it gave him immense pleasure to share that treat with his favorite fuck buddy.

"Oh... oh...my..." Steve said, his lags shaking as he felt the slick warmth. "Damn, you were right, almost like that flower that got me the yesterday."

Randal pushed his snout down against the groin and used his tongue to sweep back and forth across the shaft. This brought a sudden and strong bout of groaning from the rhino, his legs shaking more viciously as the pleasure swept through him. Hands gripped the sides of Randal's head, holding him steady while the hips thrust in shallow motions.

"Oh... oh fuck... Unngh!" came the sounds from the rhino before he began pumping his load into the husky's mouth. It took nearly no time at all, but the flow of cum was immense. The travel pods always gave a good boost to the sex organs when they dumped someone out, and now Randal could tell why Falroth so enjoyed meeting newcomers.

He swallowed down every drop, feeling a splatter of more cum on the side of his face. Ganemede had knelt up and was now coating the white furry muzzle with his own semen, and Randal's tail wagged furiously.

When it was done, he pulled very tenderly from the shaft, letting it slip wetly from his mouth and licking up the cum on the side of his face. When he couldn't reach anymore with his tongue, Steve had leaned over and used his own to clean off Randal's muzzle.

Again Randal's face flushed deeply, and while he was being licked, he finally felt the vines now wrapped loosely around his ankles. Something was now slipping gently over his cock, soft and smooth like silk. He looked down sharply to see a flower beginning to suck on him, and rather than fight and get away, he figured it would do no harm to let it make him cum.

He looked back up; his face now tainted with lust as his cock was being so carefully suckled into the petals. Two smirking faces stared back at him, and then Steve stood up and walked around to Randal's back, examining the vines.

"Yep, those are the same little buggers that got me. Almost as good as your muzzle..." he noted, as he watched the knot swell. "Oh, and you have a knot too? Hrm, always heard about those, lock you inside when you fuck. I need to try that sometime."

Randal groaned out, his ears pinned back as he listened to the rhino. His dick now encased inside the petals save for his swollen knot. He rocked his hips, but found, quite frustratingly, that the flower was moving with him, not allowing any slide other than what it gave. His fingers dug into the sand, trying to brace himself so he could hump the flower, but still it didn't give into him.

Warmth suddenly slathered across his upturned tail. He looked back quickly to see Steve on his knees, licking out his tail hole. Randal suddenly growled and lowered his front; keeping his tail up high and letting the rhino lick across his tender opening.

"Ah, there's the look I love seeing on your face," the bull said, leaning over on his side and watching with interested the goings on.

Gasping, Randal woofed heatedly, "You... you told him... I like that didn't you!" he said with an accusatory tone. Warm licks caressed his tail hole, making his dick pulse and giving up precum for the feeding flower.

The bull chuckled evilly, "Guilty," he said, his eyes staring back and drinking in every expression the husky gave.

The flower pulled itself up over his knot, holding tightly around the base and tugging as it felt its victim growing close. A tongue slipped up inside his anus now, spreading his muscles and wriggling back and forth. Randal almost screamed in ecstasy, his body shaking and his knot swelling out to its maximum. He felt the tongue hold steady inside him as his climax began, pulsing around Steve's tongue, which held firmly inside him. He fed the flower with his juices, his tail flagging and smacking at Steve's face intermittently.

The flower let go of him once he was done, a few minutes later, and he collapsed onto his back happily. He looked up, seeing the grinning face of both the bull and rhinoceros, and he croaked out a soft, "thanks," before they helped him onto his feet. He was just getting his footing again when Darkthorn walked over, a smirk on his face as he was followed by four of the Velcurions.

"Well, now that you're done," the wolf said, "are you ready to go to our meeting?"

Randal nodded, looking at the four birds unsteadily. He knew their wings were strong enough to take them all up, but he was hesitant to want to ride up that way. He looked at Ganemede, "Would you," he asked carefully, "mind coming up with us?"

The bull took a glance at the Velcurions, and he seemed to be considering something. After a few moments he nodded, but then leaned into whisper, "You own me one," to Randal.

"Well then," Darkthorn said, turning to the four that were behind him, "if you would please bring the three of us up, we can begin our discussions."

Three of the four birds walked behind Darkthorn, Randal and Ganemede, grabbing under their arms and holding firmly. One of them said, in what seemed a forced congenial tone, "Please try and relax as much as you can, it helps us carry you."

They were lifted up quickly, the wings of the Velcurions flapping to take them ever higher up into the great tree. They flew up over the forest and into a rather large looking hanging nest to one side. They were flown in and gently, or as gently as they could have been, placed on the floor.

This was quite unlike any of the other places they had been up here. Instead of a stick floor, it was covered in flat, mossy stones that were arranged so they fit neatly against each other. There was furniture made out of lumber, held together with finely woven string and made so that those who had wings could easily recline and place their rested wings over the backs of the chairs. There was a marble table as well, with fruits, leaves, and a few other assorted delicacies that Randal had only seen during their village's triumph over rescuing those held by the bulls. It seemed the first order of the day was to be impressed, which he was, as these edibles were not easy to come by.

The leader was there, flanked by two others, who were standing opposite the table and waiting. Randal walked over, flanked by his companions, and they each took a stance in front of the four seats on their side. They did not sit immediately; Randal somehow knew it would be rude to do so right away, at least in the eyes of their 'hosts'. He wanted to make an impression as well.

All but one of the others that had brought them up departed. The fourth took another position at the free chair on the avian's side of the table.

Kha'Shieve spoke, "We welcome you, our guests, to our home, and offer you these foods for you if you wish. We also have drink, and all you need is to ask, and we will provide. If I may then ask you to sit, we may begin when you are ready."

Randal knew for sure now that they were being treated like this to soften them up, and he was quite prepared to not let this get in the way of what they had done. If not for the beast that had been summoned, they all would still be the prisoners of these people.

Darkthorn spoke as soon as they had all taken seats. "I would first like to know why you lied, and told those you captured that you use the pods for making children."

There was a sudden and uneasy chill that filled the room, as no one suspected such a direct and accusatory question would be the first asked. Kha'Shieve looked at Darkthorn, his eyes steady as he took a moment before speaking. Randal had the impression the Velcurion was determining if he could keep that lie or not.

"Our food supplies here are limited," he spoke finally. "We have found very few things that we can digest in this place, and one of them is the fruit made by the trees down below. They do not bear fruit unless a second plant is growing nearby, and that kind only grows once it has gotten enough food itself."

Darkthorn nodded, "I know of those trees, and the plants that grow near them. The supporting plants only grow for three months before creating seedlings and then dieing out themselves. I can understand why you would want to keep a supply of food for them, seeing as you have had a hard time finding other food sources. If it is food that is indeed your main concern, I know of some other plants that we have in our home valley that might be of assistance to you in food. These do not require as much upkeep as the sources you currently have."

Kha'Shieve nodded, "If you would provide us with such, we would be grateful." The tone in his voice seemed to have softened some now. "We find it very difficult to travel long distances in flight, so we have not been able to search properly, or go very far. Our wings are not built for extended flights."

Hours passed as they went back and forth. Darkthorn and Randal taking turns at counter-offering and rebutting claims. If he had to have chosen a profession, diplomat was certainly not on the top of the list for the husky. When the talks were finally over, the Velcurions agreed to harvest some of the more difficult to reach plants that Darkthorn could use and offer any new arrivals a place to stay. In return, Darkthorn promised the forgiveness from those they captured as well as assisting the Velcurions in finding more appropriate food sources.