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While it had taken longer than he had originally planned, at least now everything was properly set up. In the small clearing within the trees, deep in the forest where he hadn’t been before, Michael slowly stood up to take one last look at the open tent and the arrangement inside. A fire crackling not too far from the tent surrounded by stones, his cozy little campsite was finally all set up. It had been harder than previous times, but he had come to expect that after what had happened earlier in the day. Even though he was only nineteen, Michael had made a habit of coming out to do a solo camping trip for a few years now. Usually his parents would be set up somewhere nearby, either in a rented RV or in their own tent. But this was the first year where he made out on his own, knowing all the things he needed to keep himself safe and promising his parents he would keep in touch, even if he didn’t feel like that was really that necessary. Enjoying spending time outdoors here and there, he knew what to take and how to dress to a T. Being six foot tall and moderately athletic in build did help things of course, but he was quite capable, not feeling the need for outside help. The slight inconvenience earlier in the day didn’t deter him in the slightest. Usually he always camped around the same spot, but this time found that there was someone else already set up in the area. When he had stepped in on the campsite of a small family, they had offered him space to camp with them, but he wanted to have his own distance this time around. So, he had to drive a bit deeper into the woods, taking some liberties and somewhat ignoring the signs on the way in saying the area of the forest was restricted and dangerous. With the small gates behind him and his car not all that far away parked just off a gravel road, it didn’t feel quite that far away from civilization should he need help, but much farther than normal. There were a few things he noticed already deep into the woods, hearing much more noise and having far fewer clearings or well-worn sites on the ground to set up. That didn’t stop him at all, finding a nice spot to set his things, even if he only needed meager space. The positives were that he could hear flowing water not that far off, even if just a few small splashes here and there. Though, he knew better than to head out as the sun was going down, already starting to notice the sounds of night creeping in as he was setting up his tent in a proper fashion. With everything finally in place, he had plenty of space inside the tent for everything he might need. Not only did he have some battery powered lanterns, he even had a few battery packs to charge them should things get too dark. Not to mention flash lights and other things one might want for when the shroud of darkness would overtake the forest. A knife and plenty of other things would be close by, not to mention a warm sleeping bag to help keep warm when the cold sets in. Not to mention various ropes and other things, as well as some dried goods and other foods and snacks for the couple of days he planned to spend out. Rather proud of how well things seemed to be set up, Michael was already starting to feel rather tired with all the effort he had to put in making it this far. While it’s not like it was much work to get his tent set up and things, it was more moving things out of the way for this clearing, even moving a log into place that he could sit on. It didn’t seem like anyone had camped in this spot before, since there weren’t any marks on the ground and the area wasn’t cleared very well. But it was hard to be choosy when there were so few spots with enough space between the trees to have both a tent and a fire without being too crunched in for safety reasons. The sun getting deeper on the horizon, temperature dropping as he sat down next to the fire a moment longer to just enjoy the light coming from it while the dark set in, he knew it would be time to rest soon. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out his flashlight to have on hand, he knew better than to leave a fire going as he went to sleep. Grabbing a piece of tarp he had set aside, he slowly pushed it down onto the fire first before using his foot to smother it out some, trying not to break too much of the wood so it could be restarted in the morning as he took out the flashlight and headed toward his tent. Taking one last look up at the sky, seeing all the stars and the moon well above, Michael slowly started to make his way into the tent. With the lantern turned on for light all around him while he got ready, he took off his jacket before slipping his legs into the sleeping bag. Leaning up, he quickly had the front of his tent zipped closed, making sure to also zip up the window just in front in case it started to rain while he was sleeping. Plugging his phone into one of the battery banks, he set a timer for the early morning before going to turn off the lantern and putting his head down to rest. Already having big plans for tomorrow, his thoughts drifted about looking around the forest some, trying to find that creek and just seeing what was around this part of the forest. Being new to this area did have its advantages, even if the signs saying not to be here did give a nagging feeling at the back of his head that he was making a mistake. It wasn’t loud enough though, able to easily discount it as useless worry for now as he shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep. _ It wasn’t the most peaceful sleep he had ever gotten for sure, but then again, Michael wasn’t expecting it to be. A sleeping bag on the ground in the forest wasn’t exactly the most comfortable or safest place to rest after all, even if he was used to it from before. What he wasn’t used to was the noises around him, this area of the forest definitely more active than the other areas he was used to. Several times he was slowly woken up by the sound of rustling nearby, the slight footsteps of something small and nocturnal making its way across the forested ground. But it all passed relatively quickly and he would fall back asleep. This sound was much different though as he almost jolted awake. It was very specific, a slithering through the grass just outside of his tent that alarmed him to being fully awake rather quickly. Almost sounding like there was a snake just outside, his eyes were open even if he couldn’t see anything in the dark, listening intently for the noises that were continuing. While he was just being alert and not really panicking or worrying at the moment, as soon as he heard some noise like whatever it was brushed up against the fabric of his tent, his feelings definitely changed. Whatever it was seemed to be long and scaly, the rough sound it made up against the material of the tent really putting into perspective what might be on the outside of it. Just the slight brush up against the side of the tent wasn’t anything to be worried about either, maybe it just passed by meant that he didn’t need to act or get up at all. Trying to stay still and just listen for the moment, Michael was hoping that he could fall back asleep in just a moment, also trying not to make any sounds that might draw the attention of what he was pretty sure was a snake. Luck wasn’t on his side though, hearing more rubbing up against the tent and this time more toward his head and above him, laying with the top of his sleeping back closer to the door. It still could just be exploring around though, not actually trying to get in or anything, and just seeing if there was an opening it could get through. There wouldn’t be, having already checked for holes in the tent and with it completely zipped up. That didn’t stop it from brushing more against the front of the tent, making even more noise than before. While his worry was rising, it wasn’t until he heard the slight noise of the zipper being pushed out, and the soft sound of it being opened just a bit that really sent Michael into a panic. Deciding the time for quiet and inaction had passed, he reached quickly to grab his flashlight, making plenty of noise inside as he heard the zipper being pushed open more. Turning it on and flashing it toward where the zipper was, he almost froze as he sat up, looking at what was slowly wedging itself more into the tent’s opening. If it was a snake, it wasn’t of the kind that Michael had ever seen before. It had a distinct, deep blue coloration, looking somewhat translucent as if he could see through past it especially with the flashlight pointed on it. Neither did it have much of a pattern, mostly just looking very blue, and the head particularly unlike anything he had expected. Not really a head at all, it almost just seemed to come to a very fine tip, tapered over several inches. It had a distinct point at the end, one that seemed to have some sort of glowing blue fluid that was beading on the end of it. The entire creature seemed to be full of that same fluid, almost making him wonder if he would even need the flashlight to see it… As it continued to push forward, Michael was already trying to get out of his sleeping bag quickly, pulling on the zipper of it with one hand to free the rest of himself from the side of it while his other held the flashlight. The very moment he got most of himself pulled free, he had already reached for the knife close to him, tugging it from its sheath and holding it out in front of him. He watched as the blue creature had actually arched upward, the end of it still pushing toward him while it seemed to move the zipper up with its body to open the front of the tent further. It wasn’t a type of movement that he had seen before from most any sort of snake, now putting things into the realm of the unknown and causing his panic only to heighten. Having no knowledge of how to deal with whatever it was, Michael only fell deeper into his panic, trying to scare it away with slight jabs of that survival knife in the air toward its direction as it seemed to move closer toward him. The zipper of the tent was almost all the way open already, showing more and more of just how long and thick the creature invading his space seemed to be as it didn’t seem to be worried about the knife at all. Backing up further into his tent, he tried to keep it lit as he started to shake with fear, but otherwise staying silent and not making much noise. It encroached closer and closer, soundlessly except the movement of the tent being fully opened and the slight slithering of it as the end of it raised up higher into the air. Michael aimed the knife at it while it rose up, trying to be ready for whatever was to come next, but obviously failing to react as it moved quickly and suddenly. Directly past that blade, it shot forward and pressed against his wrist, wrapping around it and instantly squeezing hard. Forcing him to drop the knife, Michael let out a loud gasp, suddenly feeling an overwhelming strength pull at his arm while throwing him off balance and pulling him halfway out of the tent in one quick tug. Surprised by the strength of whatever this was, and surprised at just how easily it seemed to move him, Michael was instantly starting to try and hit the creature with his flashlight. Smacking at it while it held tight to his wrist, he didn’t even think of trying to reach back and grab the knife or try and change the position he was in to not be pulled more, feeling his body lurch again as another rough tug forced him further out of the tent. Each movement, the creature seemed to react, almost feeling a pulsing or throbbing of its body against his wrist. Being dragged against the ground, as soon as he made any attempt to get up toward his knees or change his position another sharp tug pulled him back down, starting to cause his shoulder to feel rather sore. Within seconds he had gone from being inside the tent to out of it, just in front of the put out fire as he still had the flashlight in his other hand. He could hear more noises coming from around him, pointing that flashlight toward it to see that there wasn’t just one of whatever this thing was, but several more already approaching where he was. Trying to turn onto his back and use his legs, he made an attempt to kick at one of them, only to watch it quickly move out of the way and instead wrap around his ankle tightly while tugging. His focus drawn, Michael didn’t even notice as another was moving up toward the hand with that flashlight, roughly wrapping around his wrist just like the other had and squeezing hard to make it fall out of his hands and onto the ground. It landed in the brush in such a way that it was shining up toward him still, letting him see slightly as the thick tendril held tightly against his skin. It was slightly rough yet somehow slick just like the others, feeling its strength as it kept his arm held tight and tugged it away from his body. There was no way to stop his other ankle from being quickly grabbed, pulled as he was suddenly completely spread out and feeling his back being lifted off the ground. All four of them seemed to be working together to restrain him well, feeling himself moved away from anything he could use to get an advantage and held into the air as he could hear even more slithering below him. There were more still, whatever these creatures were seeming to all work together against him, and doing a good job at it. The next touch against him was on his waist, suddenly feeling another one pressing up under his shirt and slipping along his slim stomach and up toward his chest. Another pushed in his pant leg, feeling it get tight as the fabric was strained while it slid further up the inside of his calf and toward his thigh. With each slight movement, and more so with each rougher one, they slightly throbbed against him, getting just a bit more thick before going back to the size they were before.The sensation of their scaly lengths sliding against his bare skin made him squirm in the air, feeling his clothing getting tighter and tighter as they seemed to start wiggling and trying to pull it off roughly. Not in a normal way, but a violent one, feeling the pushing and tugging making the seams of the clothing dig into his skin some as he could hear loud tearing and ripping already happening. All the way up his pant leg, it went straight into his boxers, feeling it slip along his crotch and brush up against his shaft while still working at the clothing. Each new rip and tear in it only made him panic more, but as he was touched more by them he couldn’t help but feel more and more disarmed by a calming and tingling sensation that spread from where they touched. Reminding him of frogs or other creatures that would have some sort of chemical or fluid on their skin that would deter predators, he felt like the scaly tubes were trying to placate him, and getting the idea that it was working. That idea scared him more, urging him to try and get away from whatever these things were. Struggling still if a bit more dull and weak, within a few more moments Michael could feel the cold air of the night against his skin, loud tears and rips as his clothes fell to the ground underneath him. That didn’t seem to stop the tendrils though, feeling the one that was along his chest moving to slightly curl up against his neck as the other seemed happy to slide up against his waist, holding onto him more properly while his body was kept in the air. More rustling and noises filled the area around him, only guessing that somehow even more of the creatures were joining in as he was held steady. He couldn’t see them as they approached, or turn his head enough to, but could feel their sudden presses up against his body. All at the same time, he felt one press up against the side of his face, making him shudder and try to turn away as the same feeling happened along his hip. Another pressed roughly up against his ass cheek, slipping along it before trying to slide between the two of them as it rubbed up along his crack. His struggling got stronger, grunting as he pulled at his arms and tried to flail his legs to no avail. If anything, the creatures held onto him tighter, feeling more of that tingling sensation coming off of them. Even the ones holding onto his wrists and ankles started to give off that sensation, almost dulling his muscles in the process. The pressing up against his face and cheek got a bit rougher, soon feeling it slip over his lips as it started to just slightly leak a slick, thick fluid onto him. Michael did his best to keep his mouth closed, feeling that tip squirming and pressing it over his lips before the tip of it pushed against them. It was so slick and so pointed that it easily slipped between, starting to push into his mouth rather roughly as he felt his lips being separated with ease. The soft, gentle throbbing and pulsing from the thing only grew heavier as it slipped onto his tongue, leaking more of that fluid and pushing more of itself into his mouth as the tapered length spread his lips open wider. Slick and gooey, that fluid seemed to quickly spread that tingling sensation, feeling it seep into his tongue and gums as well as the inside of his cheeks as it just relaxed and sent a surge of heat through his face. It simultaneously made his muscles relax more and let more of the appendage into his mouth while at the same time making him focus on the spreading, flushing heat filling out his cheeks and throat. It was a similar situation down below, suddenly feeling that tip leaking the same slick, gooey fluid in between his ass cheeks and pressing it around over his virgin ring, only to then push that pointed tip directly against it. Muffled noises and rougher struggling came as he felt his hole being spread open when it pushed in, slipping inside him with ease and leaking more of that fluid as he couldn’t help but feel the pleasure of it squirming just inside him. The tingling and relaxing sensation set in quickly, only making his muffled grunts almost turn to moans as it felt strangely good and pleasurable within seconds. So much so, that as it pressed around and sinked deeper into him, each slight squirm and press against the inner walls of his ass made his cock throb and pulse to life. Mouth being stuffed more and starting to feel that tip pushing toward his throat, hole being spread open wider as it slipped deeper and made it a point to flick up against his prostate, Michael was soon rock hard from the invading tendrils despite his panic and attempts to struggle. Still trying to fight back, he was finding it harder to as each second passed as it seemed to dull his muscles more and try to get him to surrender to the pleasure. But that wasn’t the only thing the creatures were doing, already feeling a few others starting to slowly press up against his body and rub over his chest and legs. The one that alarmed him the most was a smaller one that had moved up his thigh, slowly going to start coiling around the base of his shaft and slipping over the entirety of his hardened cock as it made its way toward the tip. Only having five inches to cover, it was soon up against his glans, softly squeezing as he already felt the gooey liquid being let out over his urethra before it plunged inside quickly. His loud grunts were muffled more by the tendril in his mouth, the foreign and unwanted sensation of the tube pushing down into his cock roughly quickly replaced by more tingling and forced pleasure as it let out that fluid on the way down. Once in, it felt like all of them let out a slight throb, starting to push in just a bit deeper at the same time while the hold on the rest of his body got stronger. As things felt more and more hopeless, it seems the creatures only had more surprises for Michael, feeling each of them pressing in at nearly the same time. Slipping into his throat, deeper into his ass and further into his cock they all seemed to throb a bit more strongly. After a small moment, he felt a bump form in each of them up against their respective entrances, something inside traveling through before suddenly feeling a gush of that fluid firing out into him. The tingling was instant, spreading out quickly as he felt the fluid sliding deeper into him. It felt like it soaked into him quickly, another bout coming through them and into his body as he let out muffled grunts mixed with moans. They were all working in tandem, each one throbbing and pulsing at the same time as the fluid pumped into Michael’s body at a heavy rate. But just as fast as it was being pushed into him, it seemed just as quick to be pulled into his body proper. As if his body was just absorbing and pulling it into his being with ease, he felt that tingling and heat spread through his system easily and quickly. It only made his cock throb harder, his pleasure heightened as he felt like his entire body was in a deep rut, needing to be satisfied by something out of his reach. The situation was becoming more and more desirable to him by the moment, even starting to feel like the tendril deep in his shaft was quite good to have. Within a few moments though, each of them started to pull back out of him, making him squirm in the air and grunt slightly while the tips pressed and prodded against his throat, urethra and ass a bit before shoving back in. It drew a loud moan from him, the muffled noise blocked by the tube in his mouth as it sank back in. His gag reflex seemed turned off, feeling it push into his throat as any pain or discomfort from the act in any of the holes he was receiving was completely gone. It was replaced with just pure pleasure, feeling it only get higher and higher as more of the fluid was pumped into him, the slow thrusting of all the tentacles continuing and getting a bit faster. Michael’s thoughts spiraled as the treatment continued, feeling the tingling only getting deeper and spreading further through his body each time he felt a bulge coming up the tubes and pushing into him. The steady thrusting of course was keeping him stimulated, forced to enjoy the pleasure they brought as his shaft pulsed and twitched so heavily in the grasp of the one pushed down his cum slit. More and more of that fluid was pushed into him, making him feel like he should have felt some sort of pressure or bulging with how much he was taking in, but feeling no such thing at all. All of it was being completely absorbed into him, pulled into his insides to do who-knows-what. The treatment continued, more of that goo being pumped into him and only exhausting him more as he could feel his panic starting to subside whether he wanted it or not. The pleasure and calming sensation of the fluid being pumped into him was too great, starting to heavily enjoy having the tendrils thrusting so deep into him and invading his body while each new bump of goo being pushed into him only bringing a sudden burst of pleasure with how his holes spread open for it. What seemed like hours was only minutes, each thrust feeling like it was coming slower and more deliberate even though the pace hadn’t changed while his head swimmed in the sensations. Roughly pulled away from that dreamy state, Michael suddenly felt one of the tendrils press up toward his ear, suddenly feeling that goo being leaked out against it slightly before a voice filled his head. “The game will begin shortly. Prepare yourself.” It was a dreamy voice, deep but at the same time caressing and caring, even if he didn’t feel quite cared for in the current moment with what was happening to him. Unable to explain where the voice came from, the only thing he could think of was that all these tentacles that descended on him were somehow connected to the forest or some creature here, giving the reason why this area would be closed and off-limits. What was the game it was talking about? How was he supposed to prepare? Pulled out of the state of just focusing on the pleasure, he slightly struggled again, trying to pull his arms or legs free while the scaly appendages just reacted and held him more stable in the air while continuing the thrusting. It felt like the bulges travelling through them were coming faster now, starting to feel the tingling reaching the very tips of his fingers and bottom of his toes as his entire body felt like it was being absolutely filled with the effects of the fluid. It made it harder to think, harder to focus as soon the only thing on his mind was when he was going to get to cum, shaft achingly hard and balls begging for release from the pleasure of his rear, throat and cum slit being thrusted into so heavily. Almost as if it could tell what he was thinking, or maybe it was just a coincidence, Michael could feel the tubes reacting. He felt the thrusting getting faster, the amount of fluid being pumped getting slower while the one in his length seemed to start to pull out slightly. The one next to his ear brushed against it again, feeling more of the fluid dripping onto it as it slightly pressed up against the entrance to his ear canal, but went no further. Even just that slight stimulation, and in such a place as his ear, somehow made him shiver. Almost as if his body was telling him he wanted it in his ear, like he wanted things in his body, to be roughly handled and fucked just like what was happening now. It made his cock throb harder, his muffled moans get louder as he was almost begging for release at this point. Starting to slightly thrust his hips up, the tendrils seemed to move with him to not allow him any extra pleasure besides what they were giving, still keeping him under control. Everything reached a fever pitch, the tentacles pushing in harder, faster and deeper while giving much larger gouts of that fluid. He felt them further in his body than ever before, and relished in it. The one near his ear pressed a bit more there, almost making him want to move his head and let it in while his cock pulsed and throbbed. He felt his balls pulling up, tightening as his orgasm was just there, right on the edge and being brought forward so quickly. Harder thrusting, the tendril around his shaft actually squeezing before diving back in deeper, the tingling finally covering his entire body… Then the voice. “Cum.” His eyes clamped shut, his muffled cries of pleasure louder than ever before as he did exactly that. The orgasm was blinding, seeing stars as he came hard like he never had before. Seed blasting out around that tendril, even forcing some into it as he pumped his seed out heavily, insides squeezing so strongly around the tentacle in his ass he could feel more of that goo leaking out into him as if he was trying to milk it for what it was worth. He panted and huffed loudly through his nose, moaning still and squirming in the air, but not to struggle. Simply out of pleasure, he rode out that orgasm as it lasted for much longer than he expected, winding him as he almost felt weak while the tentacles held him in the air still. As it started to come to an end, still basking in the afterglow, Michael couldn’t help but let out a low, muffled grunt as he felt the tubes slowly starting to pull away and out of him. All at the same time, he seemed to be slowly lowered as he could feel the three inside him making their way out. Just as the one left his mouth, it let out a slight spurt of that goo onto his tongue for good measure as it pulled away, leaving him panting and huffing loudly before another grunt escaped his throat. The ones at his hole and shaft did the same, feeling a fresh bout of tingling especially strong in those areas even if his entire body still felt quite sensitive, hot and with that same sensation. Cold against his bare back and ass, the grassy ground made him gasp as he was set down in it, feeling his wrists being let go and ankles being set free as he was still just laying there without moving for the moment, catching his breath. It felt like his shaft was still slightly open, his hole the same and twitching as a slight amount of that blue fluid was definitely leaking from him. But he still wasn’t left alone, feeling the brushing up against his ear as he just laid there silently on the forest floor. It was still pitch black outside, deep in the night with all the noises of the forest suddenly sounding much more vibrant than before, if nothing compared to the booming voice inside his head being delivered by the tendril pressing up against his ear. “The game is about to begin, you are ready.” The words were loud and ominous. It was almost as if they weren’t just words, but feelings being pushed onto him. They were of excitement, but foreboding. Not necessarily coming from the tendril up against his ear, it was just inside his head, but what other thing could be giving him words like this? And what game was supposed to happen? How was he ready after all that? The calmness was starting to subside, falling away slowly as the appendages that had held him were still receding, being able to hear the movements of them in the grass and around the campsite still. But that didn’t seem to be the only words he was being left with, more coming into his head as his ear was brushed up against despite his still laying still on the ground. “When sacks fuse, the game is over. To win, prevent this.” Fading away toward the end, Michael could hear the retreating noises slowly come to a stop, and suddenly felt completely alone again while naked on the ground of the forest. All he could see was the stars up in the sky through the leaves of the trees above him and the light from his flashlight, along with the feeling of the cold ground and brush under him. Not to mention his still half-hard length and the cum that was drying over his crotch. All signs of the fluid had completely disappeared, moving a hand up toward his lips and trying to wipe away anything only to find nothing there. Trying to get up to his feet, finding his standing wobbly and legs weak, he soon found that he could stand just barely. The tingling and heat across his body had stayed, finding that his arousal was still just as high, and his shaft was still standing at half-attention even after the ordeal. He reached back with his fingers, going to feel at his rear and finding his hole was still just slightly open as his digits traced around it, letting out a soft huff as he felt at himself. For some reason, the desire to just push his fingers in and keep doing what the tendrils were just doing was so strong, so specific and suddenly in the forefront of his mind… Moving his hand away though, he slowly reached down to pick up the flashlight, quickly starting to look around in the grass and seeing nothing there. It was like nothing had happened at all, even if he was naked and his clothes were in tatters on the ground. There were more things he was noticing though, more noises in the forest, louder rustling in the leaves and shrubbery just outside of his campsite. Even some soft animal calls of various kinds, not things that he wanted to hear while he was alone and naked in the woods. A sense of foreboding came over him as he stood there. With everything that just happened, the words were only just now starting to sink in. A game was supposedly starting, and he had to do something to not lose… If that was just preparation, what was losing? And what was anything that was happening? Why didn’t he listen to the signs? Why were the noises seemingly getting closer from the forest? What should he do? Should he grab his things? Can he even move like this? What time was it? Could he call for help? It was too much. Everything was just too much. His breath picked up, chest heaving as his flashlight moved this way and that as he heard all the noises. One almost sounded like a bear far away, others like chittering, others completely foreign to his ears. If the things that just pulled him into the air were any indication, there was no way he would know what was coming out of these woods, and having anything with him didn’t seem like it was going to help. The most dangerous item he had, the knife, did nothing to help him a moment ago, what would carrying all his gear do? He had no reception this far out in the forest, grabbing his phone wouldn’t help… He was frozen for a moment, trying to think but realizing he was only wasting time. The only thing that came to mind was leaving, and now. The noises were getting louder, the sound of rustling closer… What was the game? Was he suddenly a focal point for everything in the forest? It almost felt like the leaves were descending on him, like things were getting closer and he was the target, like the world would fold in on him at any moment as his anxiety and panic spiraled out of control. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus. Fight or flight kicked in. Flight won. Taking a look around the campsite, Michael focused on which direction was which, only just barely recalling which one would be the right direction to head toward to find his car. It was opposite the tent, having been careful to make sure that he had some sort of way to tell and keeping it in mind for a situation just like this. Well, not necessarily just like this, naked and starting to try and stumble out of the clearing and out into the woods proper while leaving his phone and all his camping gear behind… But he couldn’t help it, the only thing his brain told his body was to just run. Trying as hard as he could, it felt like he was walking through mud, his muscles still tingling and the heat still fresh on his body as he made each step. The first few were the hardest, but as he tried to make faster progress and pick up his pace he got into a very slow hobble and was starting to make some distance from the campsite. The loud rustling and noises of the forest were only getting louder to his ears, more happening faster and faster as it was like things were reaching a fever pitch. Whether the sounds were something actually happening or just a figment of his imagination, he couldn’t decipher. Everything about this trip had gone from ordinary to extraordinary in mere moments. With nearly each step, Michael tried to move faster. The feeling of leaves brushing up against his bare body as he moved stunned him slightly, making his movements slower as he could feel the harsh ground and even sticks press into the soles of his feet. Several moments he almost fell over, having to lean forward or back to keep his clumsy body from tumbling to the ground as he felt like he was making progress. It almost sounded like the noises were getting farther away now, more dull or more quiet as he made sets out of that area of the forest. But he was nowhere near out of the woods, both figuratively and literally. More steps, more sounds of rustling and snapping twigs around him propelled him to move quicker. The tingling sensation and arousal in him didn’t go anywhere, staying with him through his movements as he struggled through the brush. Flashlight trying to guide his way, one wrong move and suddenly a branch had caught on it, knocking it out of his hand as he let out a gasp between his heavy pants and huffs of exhaustion. Seeing where it clattered to the ground, he quickly stopped and moved to reach for it, hand pressed out as he had to lean down and forward to get toward his only source of light. Sounds of rustling behind him and to his side made him freeze again as he reached. This time was much closer, much louder. It was off to his side somewhere behind him, still reaching for the flashlight more fervently now while he was standing still, only for his balance to be thrown off and he suddenly felt himself falling forward. A loud thud and grunt came from him as he fell onto his chest on the forest ground, knocking the flashlight a bit as it pointed toward his side. He caught his breath, slightly dizzy and trying to push himself up when he froze completely hearing a noise right next to his ear. Turning his head to the side, there standing in the light of his flashlight was a fox, and a rather large one at that. It was looking straight at him, orange and white fur on display with black on his paws, tail and eartips as the animal seemed to be sniffing at the air and specifically at him. Almost frozen in place watching the fox and seeing what it planned to do, Michael managed to get himself up onto all fours before he caught another glimpse of the fox while it moved. Turning to look, he saw all he needed to see to really understand what the foxes intentions might have been… Underneath it, sprouting from between those hind legs as a thick, heavy shaft, hard as a rock and throbbing slightly as the fox was sniffing more and turning around. For some reason, Michael was completely mesmerized seeing it, suddenly getting flashbacks to the tentacles not that long ago in him. His body went on pause, his brain suddenly drumming up the feeling of the one in his hole thrusting into him, and almost making him desire the foxes’ length to do the same… But he shook his head, slowly moving to try and start getting up after the fox moved again and was chattering softly. Though, his freeze and slow movements weren’t quick enough, suddenly feeling a weight on his hips as a cold, heavy paw had landed on him. From how weak his muscles were, it was enough to keep him from getting up, letting out a slight grunt as he tried to will himself to move. But for some reason, he couldn’t, his arms not responding as the sudden weight felt like it immobilized his entire body. Michael struggled, fighting to try and get his body to move but somehow feeling like the one paw on his rear made all of his muscles just suddenly shut down. While he could just barely move his arms and his hands, it was as if his legs were weights, not moving or reacting at all to try and get away from the fox behind him. And he knew exactly where the fox was as he suddenly felt a wet, cold nose press up against his rear. It pushed in closer, nudging against his right ass cheek before pushing directly between both of them and into his crack proper. The breath pushed up against his hole, he could tell the fox was drinking in his scent just before the tongue slowly pushed out and lapped up against his rear entrance. It made him shiver, letting out a soft gasp as the tongue was even able to get in slightly, his ring still slightly open from the rough treatment the tentacles had given him just minutes before. Even the slight sensation of the tongue pressing in the smallest amount suddenly made the memories flood back again. Just like when he had the tendril in him, and just like when his fingers had reached back there, he suddenly felt a deep need to have something in him. While the tongue continued to lap at him, those thoughts quickly drifted to what he had just seen, the foxes’ shaft hard and throbbing underneath him when he had turned. Suddenly fixated on what he had seen, he couldn’t help but think and remember exactly what it looked like. It looked big, that’s for sure, and so heavy… He imagined how good it might feel inside him, wondering if the fox was going to slowly pull that tongue away and replace it with that shaft… But he caught his thoughts running away, shaking his head and suddenly remembering just exactly where he was and what was happening, even if his cock was suddenly rock hard underneath him. Try as hard as he might though, it just felt like his legs weren’t going to move, stuck in place as that tongue slowly pulled away from lapping over his hole. The moment he had nothing back there, his head was suddenly clear, no longer yearning for something in him as it only then dawned on him just what he had been thinking. Reality sunk in for even just a moment as he tried to move forward again, hand reaching to grab the flashlight and holding it as he tried to move up by pushing himself off the ground with his arms. But the second he tried to do that, he felt that paw move. Like magic, his legs suddenly twitched, muscles turning on again as he lethargically tried to get up. Just as soon as it happened though, just as quickly was it taken away. Not just by a paw either, suddenly feeling warm fur entirely on his lower back and covering more just as fast while he was pushed back down. Not ready for it, his arms gave out as his chest hit the ground, his legs like solid stone again and kept his backside propped up as more of the fox moved overtop of him. It sank into what was happening, feeling the fox keeping on top of him and the slight noises before suddenly feeling something up against his sack and slowly pushing past it… He could feel the throbbing length slipping underneath him, pulsing and staying in place as it slowly pushed up against his own cock and yet past it still. It was so large and long that it dwarfed his own, being at least double the size of his and magnitudes thicker. Each soft throb only made him realize just how small he was compared, feeling the sheath brushing up against his small sack as his own shaft throbbed against the larger one underneath it. It was only a moment though, it being pulled back again and more weight being settled on his back as he felt it slip all the way until the tip rubbed up along the underside of his balls. Dragging up across and toward his rear, he felt the pointed, tapered tip of the vulpine shaft wedge between his cheeks, already feeling the precum starting to drip out of it and onto his rear. It nestled into his rump, slowly pressing up against his hole and making him squirm as he was trying to get away still, even his mind was already starting to drift with the sensation of something back there. He could feel the pressure, the tip pressing in more and more as the fox pushed forward, his ring being forced open in a way the tentacle didn’t need to before a loud gasp escaped his lips at the same time a happy yip came from the fox. Movements halting as he felt dazed with the sensation, Michael’s hole was spread open once more, stretched slowly as the length was being pushed in. It was thicker than the tendril was, throbbing much stronger and pushing in with such gusto that Michael couldn’t help but gasp and groan. That shaft felt so much better than the tentacle had, only suddenly making his mind dance and wondering if there would be others for his mouth and cock to take… Only to suddenly dash that from his mind as the panic was still too fresh and dragging him back to reality. Soft chattering and loud yips continued as the fox pushed forward still, not stopping at all despite the slight wiggling and struggling underneath him until that fuzzy sheath and sack were pressed up against that ass and rear underneath him. Michael could feel it, just how much larger and heavier those balls were as they rested against him, and each heavy throb of the stronger and more virile shaft deep in him. His mind was faltering further, almost pressing back against the fox slightly as his legs still wouldn’t move from the spot. He tried to push himself up some, but the weight of the fox was too great, keeping him down as he felt a paw press on the very middle of his back between his shoulder blades. After a few moments of just feeling that length pulse in him, Michael let out a slight grunt as he felt it being pulled back, then pushed back in in the first thrust of many to come. He felt that sheath press up against his ring, already starting to feel the signs of the thick knot that was still hiding inside but starting to push out as the vulpine was getting into things. The precum leaking inside him only made the thrusts easier, feeling that same tingling sensation that had spread through his body and lingered suddenly starting to pick up as the fox was getting rougher with him. Not only did that feeling pick up, but so did the pleasure, almost feeling what felt like those tentacles in his mouth and length again, even if nothing was there. Harder and faster thrusts only started to make it more and more difficult to think, his shaft starting to throb underneath him as his body and brain were fighting against his rational thoughts, pushing him to accept that he needed that length shoving in him so heavily. His hole tightened, squeezing over the length as best as it could even if he wasn’t trying to, feeling each inch sliding back and forth as the fox was giving those rough, shallow humps into his ass. Each new thrust only made that tingling and pleasure increase, starting to feel what almost seemed like pins and needles over his legs while his breath was starting to catch between his loud grunts and huffs of pleasure. Michael didn’t even seem to notice that he was starting to moan loudly, nor the fact that his legs were starting to feel more and more different by the second. He couldn’t really look back, but as he was starting to focus more with the concerning sensation of pins and needles spreading, he almost felt like he could feel fur starting to appear around his thighs and hips. His legs felt more and more useless, almost feeling like he was starting to curl his toes though he was making no effort to do so except trying to get away to no avail. Breaths were only getting deeper and heavier, but starting to feel wrong as if something was happening with his throat. The pleasure was only sending him deeper into that confused state, starting to feel like his underside was bulging and something welling up in his throat. The sudden feeling of that thick knot pressing out of the sheath and smacking up against his hole made him gasp, but as soon as that gasp finished he suddenly felt something come up from his throat. He felt it over his tongue, some sort of slick and wet fluid that tasted slightly salty and strangely delicious starting to come from there, and more of it by the second. Not letting up for a second and only getting harder, the fox was getting adamant about slamming that knot against his rear, feeling his hole being stretched and working at more to get a bit more of that fat knob in each time. The loud yips and panting from above him only confirmed how much the fox was enjoying his hole, even if he didn’t quite understand just how much yet… More and more of that strange fluid bubbling up from his throat, his moans became gurgled as his mind devolved further and further into the pleasure. He found himself pressing his ass back almost willingly to get more of that knot in him, feeling the tapered tip reaching deeper into him and the harder pressing against his prostate inside as he couldn’t help but start to give in. Not only was he starting to lose himself in the moment, he almost felt good that his legs weren’t allowing him to move, feeling them curl up and pull closer to him behind while becoming more and more dense, almost as if turning to one large singular piece behind him. That bulging sensation under him only got stronger, starting to feel almost a subtle throbbing from it and through his body as the tingling set in further. Bit by bit, that knot was making its way in, feeling it getting closer and closer to reaching the thickest point before it would slip the rest of the way in. The stretching was both maddening and pleasurable, almost as if it was a challenge for him even if it seemed impossible or irrational to want the fox to knot him. Harder and more shallow thrusts came from the fox as he was getting closer and closer, evident by the louder sounds he was making and stronger leaning he was doing against Michael’s back. More loud moans came from the human, hearing his own heartbeat in his ears as the pleasure washed over him more and more. Gurgling up those pleasured noises and breaths, the fluid dripped from his lips onto the ground as he tried to press back, feeling his legs were now something different and his hips weren’t responding the same but not stopping his attempts either way. He let go of the flashlight, just letting it stay on the ground as his hands just rested while he rode out the pleasure being delivered to him. The last few hard thrusts felt like they lasted forever, until he finally felt his hole give enough for that thick knot to slip in him, letting out a much louder moan as the pressure of that large knob pressed right on his prostate. What came next felt like a full body orgasm, seeing stars as that knot was pushed in more and suddenly feeling that tingling hit a fever pitch, body getting hotter as the throbbing sensation underneath him quickly started to extend to the rest of his body. More and more of that fluid leaked from his lips, the fox staying on top of him and keeping him in place as the length pulsed so strongly inside him. He felt his heart beat speed up, feeling like a connection was being made deep in his core against where that length was slowly pulsing in him as his heart matched it. A deeper heat spread across his body, suddenly feeling like he was no longer in control of anything, even though in this state he happily surrendered himself to the pleasure. The throbbing continued, now able to tell it was coming directly from the foxes' length buried in him as he could feel more of his own body starting to do the same. Starting with his hips and working its way up his midsection and chest, he could feel the sensation creeping up his form from there as his skin felt different. The pounding in his ears got stronger, the feeling of his body matching that sensation getting stronger as he started to feel stiff and hard. Underneath his hips, he could feel his legs pulling up more, bundling together and getting heavier as they changed, getting closer up against the fox himself and almost moving back some. His fingers felt numb, his hands and arms starting to retreat toward him without him moving as he could see his skin starting to change to a bright crimson, all sorts of veins seen underneath it as it started to visually throb and pulse to his eyes. While his arms moved toward his body and became more and more useless, his neck got stiffer, forcing forward and thicker as he could feel even more of that fluid flowing through his throat and out of his mouth. Each new throb and pulse pushed the changes along, his nose starting to get flatter and chin pushing out more while his hair fell to the ground. His eyes started to close, giving him just enough time to see how he was shrinking slowly while the changes were being forced on him, even if they were spreading an immense pleasure and need through his system quickly. Blind as his eyes disappeared, deaf as his ears melded into his head, only then as more of the changes were being pushed onto him and into his brain did he finally get an inkling of just what was happening. He felt his mouth turn into a circle, forced open as more of that fluid pumped through him, body pulsing and throbbing like mad as he was stiff in the air. The foxes’ paw had moved away from him, feeling his body up off the ground while his hips stayed wide and fat. Twitching in the air, all he could feel was the incessant throbbing through his body, being pumped into by the fox himself as he could feel his root pushing into the sheath of the fox and attaching there. His legs had tightened up some, attaching further back and nestling between the foxes back legs up against the sack that was already there as his brain was rewired quickly and easily. The fox cock pulsed so strongly, his thoughts and memories starting to disappear as the pleasure took over more. He could feel his memories slipping, pulling away one by one and his instincts being replaced. More and more precum shot through his body, starting to just slightly twitch and move in the air underneath the fox as he clenched the thick, heavy ball sack his legs made up against the vulpines own. It was slowly becoming all he wanted to do, to just throb and pulse and be a cock, getting precum, piss and cum shot through him and being a fox cock for the fox to use. His name slipped through his fingers, only the most very recent of events still in his head as those too were becoming dull and fuzzy. All he could feel was the cold air around his body, the heavy drumming of the foxes’ heartbeat, as well as feeling and tasting the precum spurting through him. He could barely move, just twitch and throb and clench his sack as he was nothing but a thick tool. But it wasn’t over yet, even if he had given in and mostly lost himself. He felt the fox moving to sit down slowly, leaning down before he suddenly felt a tongue pressing against his own sack and the foxes’ original one. Being able to feel both, the cock shuddered, throbbing and spurting out a gout of precum through his body as he felt more tingling suddenly pick up. Unable to do anything but slightly clench the sack part of him turned into, the fox cock could feel a seam starting to form as both were pressed together by that lapping tongue. The fuzzy barrier between the original and his own slowly started to disappear, able to better feel the original sack in almost an instant as more and more licks were flicked over it. Balls slowly situating against each other, the separation between the two was quickly starting to disappear as they were being merged together by each successive lick being given to them. Only at this point did the shaft realize what the words of the tendrils meant. The game would be over once sacks merged. Finally he knew, and for some reason, wanted this game to end quickly to enjoy his life throbbing underneath this fox. His wants and desires were getting more and more simple by the second, more soft licks as the sacks were almost completely whole and as one, and less and less sign that he was ever anything but a twitching, drooling vulpine tool. All memories of that life had gone, nothing else left for the cock but to just twitch happily as the final lick solidified everything into place. The very moment it happened, the fox let out a loud scream as heat flooded the shafts body. All four balls in the single sack clenched tightly, feeling the hot cum pump in through him and tasting it as he twitched and shot it out onto the forest floor. Rope after rope left him as his mind dulled even more, thoughts disappearing, only desire to throb, twitch, cum, piss, fuck… cock was fulfilling his use, firing out that spunk onto the ground for the fox while the vulpine enjoyed the orgasm with his new larger dick. The game had ended. To the winner goes the spoils, and the fox was the champion this time. His almost foot and a half long knotted shaft was still throbbing in the air, sending that feedback of pleasure through him as he leaned down to give it a few licks on the tip to help clean up the mess it just poured out while the orgasm died down. But like all good cocks, it was time for it to go back into the sheath and rest for the next time it would need it. Even as his dull thoughts became more and more simple, the cock just gave in to what was happening, feeling his body start to get soft and limp as he was retreating into that warm, tight sheath. His owner knew best, him just being the foxes needy cock as he slipped back obediently. He could feel the sleep coming on, giving one last soft twitch inside that sheath before he started to rest. Soft chattering came from the fox as he admired his fat balls and thick sheath, happy that he won the game this time. This forest always provided for its creatures, and now the fox was already setting off to show all his friends. He was eager to enjoy his new dick, shove it in others and just let it throb and pulse. It felt so much better now having a sentient cock, and he knew he would thank the forest every day for continuing the games it so liked to play.