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Three days had passed since the talks with the Velcurions had taken place. The troupe of forty-seven new arrivals was at the cave ready to take the long trek back to the village. Darkthorn, Ganemede and Mazurek were loaded down with packs of leaves, flowers, sprouts and small, slimy little worms. The worms were new to Darkthorn, and he wanted to take a couple with them for studying, as they seemed to excrete a most unusual aphrodisiac.

Darkthorn had found them with Ganemede while out exploring a place that they couldn't have reached from the ground. The two had spent an hour and a half aroused, playing with each and spreading their semen around the ground before Darkthorn had noticed that the worms were burrowing up from the ground and drinking from each drop that had escaped an orifice and dripped onto the ground.

Ten of the thousands of the worms had been picked up, each suddenly excreting a strong mix of the pollen and their own juices. This had caused Ganemede to cum four times in a row (with the assistance of Darkthorn, who had rubbed some ointment on his fingers to keep the secretions from coming into contact with his skin.) They were now safely stowed in a jar filled with dirt.

They all reached the cave entrance as the sun peaked in the middle of the sky. They walked into the darkness with their light-roots. There weren't enough for everyone to take one, so they had to share them in groups of five.

Walking up to the dome was fairly easy, most of the newcomers had been dead silent as they entered the cave, but half an hour of walking up a winding path loosened their tongues. A small chattering of noise echoed from ahead and behind them when they finally reached the dome, and Darkthorn set up a few camps so they could all eat.

Everyone had settled into their circles, talking and munching away on the less tasty fruits they had gathered before leaving the shores. Randal was leaning back against his backpack when he felt it begin to vibrate gently. He opened it up and took out the blinking metallic ball.

"Something happening," Darkthorn asked.

"It just started humming again. And... oh!" Randal's response was cut short as the ball opened up along a seam, the top half hinged to the bottom on the inside. It was completely flat on the inside, a reddish glow coming from the bottom half.

"I hope no hungry monsters are about to appear," Ganemede said, looking around quickly. "You didn't, like summon a creature just now, did you?"

"No, I was just leaning against my bag and it started to hum again."

A loud, slamming clunk was heard, like a huge circuit breaker being tripped. Then there was a sudden and almost blinding light. People screamed and covered their faces; other squinted painfully at the increase in light. As people's vision adjusted, they could see the top of the dome was illuminated with lights that were glowing on the metallic ceiling.

"Metal? I knew this wasn't a natural cave," Darkthorn said, standing up and looking around. The dome indeed was metal, a white metal that helped to reflect the light downward. The archways leading in either direction were well lit, and the stone walls that went up ten feet from the floor looked somehow artificial in this light.

The metal orb now had an arrow illuminated on its flat surface, pointing in the direction of the wall. Pavlor turned, and the arrow did as well, pointing at the same spot. He walked over to it, amidst a few disgruntled noises. When he reached the wall, a panel slid open to reveal a keyboard and monitor built into the wall.

"Well, you don't see that everyday," Ganemede said, watching from a distance.

The monitor blinked and turned on, showing a menu. It read:

HAWKWIND PASS CONTROL CENTER

Diagnostics

Test Sequencing

Lighting Control

Airflow Regulation

Emergency Backup System

PLEASE SPEAK YOUR COMMAND

A male voice spoke, sounding computer generated. "Hawkwind Pass Control Center, please speak your command, or ask for help."

Randal looked shocked. He stood there, holding the opened sphere in his hands. He looked behind him, everyone else also looked rather stunned.

Randal spoke to the machine, "Ummm, help?"

It responded, "General help. To access menus, please speak the menu and a sub menu will be displayed. You may speak Help for this help, or Help Topic for help on that topic."

"OK... well, what is Hawkwind Pass?" Randal asked, but wasn't really expecting an answer from the machine, but he got one.

The screen blinked, going blank. Then a diagram was drawn of the tunnels from the forest to the beaches. In the middle was the dome they were all standing in, showing a circular row of seating around the edge facing in, and then a depression forming in the center, dropping about half the height of the dome. The voice spoke, "Hawkwind Pass Arena, used for the display and show of competition between species for fitness and stamina in mating rituals and activities. Ten different arena designs were built to show off and test the studs brought here. The seating arrangement could be removed for interaction between studs and spectators for special events. The ten settings are Maze Circular, Maze Portioned, Maze Rooms, Corridors, Arena Alpha, Arena Beta, Arena Open, Arena Obstacles, Arena Combative and Arena Multi-contestant." Each setting was shown in the diagram, the depressed area of the dome randomly generating maze-layouts or the arena set-ups.

"So, this place is an arena, for fighting?"

"Fighting," the machine stated suddenly, "is strictly forbidden. Owners or studs using aggressive tactics outside the scope of mating rituals or studding is cause for immediate disqualification and loss of entry fees, as well as restitution payments for any damages caused."

"This is some sex arena?"

"This arena is for the display and promotion of competition between studs."

"What kind of studs," Darkthorn asked, as he had come up beside Randal.

"Invalid help topic or menu."

"Hrmph," the wolf said, and then asked a new question. "Why is this named Hawkwind Pass?"

"The name Hawkwind Pass comes from the Grand Champion of this arena," the screen blinked to show a full color picture of an orca, standing in the nude and holding a leash that trailed out of the frame. "Tharedan Shindar, and his prized stud, James 'Hawkwind' Youngston." The image pulled back to show an eagle-morphic creature, his wings folded majestically behind him and his head held high. "The name was changed after Hawkwind won his twentieth arena competition in a row. No other stud had won the competitions more then eight times in a row in two hundred years. The committee changed the name to 'Hawkwind Pass' in consideration that no other stud would ever be able to beat or pass Hawkwinds championship record. Anyone who could pass Hawkwinds record would have this arena renamed after them."

Everyone was blinking and looking at each other oddly. Many were whispering questions back and forth about exactly what this all meant.

Randal looked at Darkthorn and asked, "Why would they build an arena for showing off the prowess of studs? And what is that guy holding the leash, is that... an Orca?"

"It appears so. Strange, I've never seen one of their species around." Darkthorn then spoke to the screen, "Where are these, stud owners?"

The machine responded politely, "Please keep all questions within the scope of the arena."

"When was the last competition held?" Darkthorn asked.

"Three Hundred Seventy Two calendar years ago," came the response.

"That's a long time. Where did they all go?"

"Please keep all questions within the scope of the arena."

Randal smirked; he always hated computers with attitudes.

The machine's display suddenly blinked, "Warning, power reserves low. Please report this to an attendant. A log is being created and is being sent to the maintenance department. We apologize for the inconvenience, shutting down interactive display to conserve energy for lighting "

The screen pulled back and the stone wall slid back into place seamlessly.

"So," Ganemede said, "this was some kind of sex arena. Sounds like fun, if yeh ask me."

"Hey," someone called over, "The passageways, they're lit up and there is a row a of seats here."

They group moved over, looking at the hallway and the line of three seats sitting up on top of a thick, short pole sticking out of the ground. "Maybe they're some sort of moving seats, so people don't have to walk the whole way," someone said.

"Want to give it a try?" Darkthorn asked to Ganemede.

The bull shrugged, "Sure, why not. What's the worst that can happen, huh?" He moved over and looked at the seating. He sat down on the middle chair and fastened the two-strap harness over his shoulders.

A small light appeared on the armrest next to the bull, which he pushed. The chair moved forward fluidly, picking up speed as it sped up the lit tunnel around the curve. The floor opened up and another three seats came up.

"Well, this is going to shorten our walk a little. I suppose this is why the tunnel curved only slightly. I wonder how long it takes to get to the end." Darkthorn said. He and Randal helped people into the chairs in sets of three, sending them speeding off up the tunnel until they were the only ones left. They sat, strapped themselves in and pressed the button. The chair took off easily, and it was a gentle fifteen-minute ride up to the top. They stopped at the end with three sets of chairs ahead of them. The buckles wouldn't unlock until everyone had departed the seats in front and it had sunk down into the floor.

They regrouped at the entrance after the last chair had disappeared and the lights turned off. Randal had closed the sphere already, as it stopped working when the control panel had turned off.

Darkthorn was busy making sure everyone knew where they were headed that evening. There was a blanket of fire moss nearby, but it wasn't large enough to accommodate everyone. They could travel a little further to a tree, but it would be nightfall by the time they reached it, and would have to hurry.

Darkthorn set himself as the leader, sending Randal to the middle and Ganemede to take up the rear. Steve was hanging back with Ganemede; the two had formed a friendship very quickly over the last few days, while Mazurek was keeping Randal company in the middle of the line.

They walked through the darkening forest, coming up upon the tree where they would be spending the remainder of the night. Most of the newcomers were afraid of it, never having seen one before. With a bit of coaxing however, everyone finally found themselves inside the safety of the branches.

With so many to feed on, the tree had run out of feeders for all its guests, leaving some to be pulled up into the branches and left unmolested. Mazurek and Randal were staying together, continuing their discussions as neither of them had a feeder attached to them.

Mazurek was explaining about his tribe, where he had come from, and why he was gifted with an extra set of arms. He was a shaman, born like any other of his kind. When he was in puberty, the shaman of the tribe had singled him out for training. As the last stage of his learning, he was to drink a special mixture to see if the spirits would accept him as an equal. During the visions he had from the "Draught of Spirits." He had been restrained and gagged, for the draught always caused a change within the person who drank it. The iguana had to endure the splintering of new bones and the growing of his arms. He survived the "Test of the Spirits", as he called it.

"So, you drank something and it gave you two extra arms? What about your, ummm..."

"My double endowment? Every one of my species is thusly gifted. In fact, it was quite a sight when I first saw others here, to see only one penis. To me, you are all exotic to me, as I must seem to you."

"I see. I don't know what I would do with two, in this place I can barely keep up with having just one."

Randal looked around, seeing Darkthorn having a conversation with a few of those who had just finished paying their toll to the tree. He was feeling a bit needy, and everyone else that he knew seemed to be involved with someone or something else.

A hand gently rubbed his shoulder. He turned back to see the iguana had gotten a bit closer to him. "Would you mind if I helped you relieve yourself? I think we could both do with a bit of play."

"I wouldn't mind. We did spend a week together while up in that nest, and we never really did get to enjoy ourselves without that plant up in the nest."

Mazurek's hand slid gently down the husky's chest, rubbing the soft fur. It was obvious to Randal the iguana was quite enthralled by the fur, as his fingers played and danced lovingly against him. The touch was very soothing, and soon the husky found himself laying back in the soft leaves as Mazurek slid atop him and pressed his body down against him.

Randal fond his muzzle being touched by the iguana's, not as a kiss he normally had, but a gentle touching of two lips. They brushed against his and he opened his mouth, intent on making a more forceful contact, but was denied. Instead hands brushed the sides of his head and held him back until he calmed down. Again the iguana's lips brushed against his, but Randal did not seek any attention this time. He relaxed and let the warm skin and hot breath caress his lips. He let his muzzle slip open a little, and was rewarded by a tender swipe against his parted lips by a powerful forked tongue.

Randal's whole body shivered with delight. His hands slipped up to lightly hold onto the sides of the one atop him. His fingers gripped in when the lips of the iguana took hold of his lower lip and sucked upon it. A very long, drawn-out moan escaped the husky's throat from this attention, as it was gently and thoughtfully repeated over and over. Randal felt his body slipping into a relaxed desire. Mazurek's skilled lips and tongue continued to work over his muzzle, teasing, caressing and sucking at just the right tempo to keep him aroused and fully extended from his sheath.

He hardly felt the shifting body above him move, he only noticed it when a warm, slick tail hole began to press against the head of his shaft, slipping over his length and sliding down. It was slow and methodical, enveloping him until the entirety of his consciousness was focused on his member.

Mazurek's skilled motions began to ride the canine, lifting himself up enough to cause only the slightest of strokes to the length impaled within his body. His hands slipped to press against the husky's chest, bracing himself so that his parter would be able to feel every motion he made. He began to ride the husky as if everything in his life was built for that moment, the moment to let himself be bred by canine. He slowly increased his motions, letting more of the husky's knotted length slip with him. More of the canine shaft was being stroked with each passing movement.

Randal was caught in such a state of bliss that he hardly remembered where he was. His body was so well manipulated by the motions, he thought nothing of the blunt-ended vine that had wiggled and pushed its way into his anus. The thrusting of the tree's unoccupied vines and the slide of the iguana's body on his shaft felt connected. As one moved up, the other moved inside. They matched nearly perfectly even as the tempo and scent of dry musk increased.

Randle's fingers gripping Mazurek's hands, fingers interlocking and holding firm as Mazurek rode the husky with quick and needy strokes. Both were groaning and panting loudly, which went unnoticed by all the others around them. Randal felt the muscle around his dick tighten, stroking him with more friction as a thick splattering of Mazurek's seed landed on his chest. Hot, sticky gobs of semen began to drench his fur, leaving noticeable matting in his fur. A quick and strong jab of the vine inside him, and he felt his scrotum finally give in.

He pushed up, forcing his knot against the clenched anal muscle, filling the iguana with an equally heated jet of canine seed. His body convulsing and shaking as the pleasure seemed to be less centered on his dick and more spread out through his entire body. It was as if bliss had turned into a warm lamp, beating against his furry skin and warming every portion of his body.

All too soon he felt himself fall from that plateau of delight; drifting back to reality and the warm body now resting atop his own. Randal swallowed hard, his throat having gone dry from all the sounds he had made during his orgasm.

Mazurek's voice flittered into his ear, soft so that only he could hear it. "I hope that your needs have been satisfied, my friend." The tone was soft, and somehow a bit concerned, as if he had not quite done everything right.

Randal gave a wide grin, though the iguana could not see it. He didn't respond with words. He instead just gave a firm squeeze with his arms and let himself drift off into sleep, still inside his most exotic friend.

When morning came, Randal felt as if he had been asleep only a few minutes. Darkthorn's gentle shaking had gotten him up, as he was the last one to still be asleep. They climbed down the trunk and began the long trek back to the village. Darkthorn had been up nearly all night long working out how to get back to the village with the least amount of problems. In the end, the route was going to be just the same as the one they had taken on the way to the beaches.

They had, with much luck, returned without any incidents.