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Trees as far as the eye can see; each one looks to be as tall if not taller than our modern skyscrapers. In a few of the clearings are patches of farming, attended by creatures that can only be described as humanoids rabbits. Carrots; lettuce; potatoes; all sorts of foods are grown as a man in simple but protective leather clothing walks among them. Dark brown haired and hazel eyed, he towers over the rabbit folk, their heads coming up to his groin. An elder, white furred with age with long hair and a beard besides, approaches the man, hobbling on a staff and wearing an earthen robe.

"Hello, human," the elder rabbit says in greeting although his tone is guarded. "What brings a warrior such as yourself to approach our warrens?"

"My apologies, elder," the human replies with respect. "I have come from Sumberhoam as an advanced scout. How has the land been to the lop this year?"

"Ah, it is getting to be that time." The elder lop smiles. "Well enough, we have much to trade to Sumberhoam, I just made sure the Circle got their tribute, being one of their member by the will of the Goddess."

The human presses a fist to his heart and bows. "That is good to hear. I am of the Hunter's Guild myself. We are set to run our annual field exams near here. Which is another reason for my visit. Not all who wear the robes is a true druid but I am honored to encounter you."

"I felt the call of our God and Goddess as a young man, myself, hunter." The Druid says as he guides the huntsman to a tree as wide as a house with stairs leading into the roots. "We have accommodations for you larger folk when we get visitors to our village. Will you be staying with us long?"

"I am to be stationed here a week, wise one." The huntsman answers honestly. "Do you have messenger kites here? I need to send a missive home to inform the Headmaster of the College of Rangers and Scouts."

"Of course, of course." The Druid nods to the request. "Any Guardian candidates among the students that will invading our neck of the Shadow Wood?"

"Aye," the huntsman says with a nod. "Several in fact. Although the closest to completing his challenges and perhaps attaining that honor is the lupin Cullen Dogwood."

The druid is checking a stew cooking on a great cauldron. He almost has to spit out his tasting when he hears the name. Whirling around to face the human he asks, almost fearfully. "Fenrys is scheduled to come here? It shall be an honor to host such a hero among the good folk of the wood."

"Aye," the huntsman says with a nod as a pair of angry red eyespots alights behind him. The trunk of a sapling crashes down on his head with tremendous force, killing the man instantly. Stepping into the light is another man, one made of wood with moss growing like hair between the random bumps and twigs crowning his head. The moss detaches from the wood man's head and crawls into the human's skull. "I will try to learn all I can elder, but it may already be too late."

"It's alright, my dark wood man," the lop says as he begins to strip the human. "We learned enough. When your soul catcher finishes devouring his memories give me a full report. Now I need to prepare his body for the goblins. Pity there was only one of his kind this time, I do so like the smell of humans roasting."

"By your command, great font of dark wisdom." The wood man smiles evilly at his superior as he strips himself to reveal a patch of fur over his heart, a black circle with a stylized skull at his center symbolizing the Shadow Circle, a cabal of dark druids worshipping the cruelty and sheer malice of nature itself.

"Good evening, Grandfather," a fetching blonde haired female calls as she enters the druid's abode. Seeing the corpse she sighs. "And what did he do? Don't tell me the Circle of Light is getting close to realize your true allegiances."

"Cute, Tasha, but I have neither the time nor the inclination to deal with you," the elder druid growls to the offspring of his offspring. "But do make yourself useful. A ranger is coming, a lupin ranger, one so in tune with the light that he will disrupt my plans to awaken the tarrasque should he get too close to its place of slumber."

"The same ranger that managed to survive the cockatrice pack you unleashed this spring?" Tasha says with a smirk. Her grandfather shoots her a dark look that satisfies her inquiry. "Worry not, Grandfather, I will alert you when Cullen Dogwood arrives. By the way, should I alert the Purple Death tribe that you have another bit of meat for their campfire?"

"Yes, you do that." the elder lop druid says with a dismissive gesture.

Tasha leaves as the wood man gives the druid a dark look to which the druid shakes his head. While the younger lop scout is annoyance, the druid perceives her as a useful tool. However what both lops and the humanoid tree failed to recognize was the female red tailed hawk that had witnessed everything. The bird of prey leaves through the upper branches of the house tree with the dark druid saluting his passage with the admiration of a predator. But the eagle is no friend of the druid's as she flies back to her master. Flying past Tasha she considers shooting it just because she can with her short bow, but decides instead to follow it. Crying out to someone, she flies up to a low branch of a birch. Knocking an arrow to her bow she takes careful aim. But before she can shoot a long bow arrow pierces her throat. As life ebbs from her body she watches a humanoid timber wolf, a lupin, in studded leather armor with a green cloak and wielding a reinforced long bow emerges from the foliage. The hawk she was going to kill takes off again only to perch on the ranger's shoulder. Suddenly Tasha understands that the hawk is the ranger's pet and she saw everything. But as she starts to fade to black a warm, fuzzy feeling that she knows is healing magic. However, after she is brought back from the brink of death, she feels herself being bound. Cullen Dogwood may have saved her life but if she was going to hurt his friend he needs to interrogate her. Passing out the lop femme wills herself to die rather give up her family's secrets until she hears the muted whoops of goblin warriors.

Restrained but alive, Tasha watches as purple haired goblins bring up blowguns. She smiles but the hawk won't shut up. Fenrys does a quick chant that Tasha recognizes as a spell of protection against un-enchanted missiles. His spell casting worries Tasha, then she notices the torc, a twisted ring of silver encompassing his neck. A Torc of Communion, only those selected as Sentinels within the Circle of Light and those of the Inner Realm are allowed to wear this magic silver collar so that they communicate better with all around them. He was warned and is continuing to being warned by that damn bird. The bow starts to glow in the lupin's hand. Arrows fly as if on missions of death. While the first two goblins going down cause the other eighteen no concern but when ten goblin warriors are killed before the ranger is even scratched, the remaining ten begin to disengage. And when the ranger empties his quiver of twenty arrows and the Purple Death goblin hunting party is completely wiped out, Tasha is very much afraid. In fact she sees the same arrow he took out of her throat recycled to kill the last goblin. Feigning unconsciousness, Tasha is surprised as Fen kneels besides her to get a better look.

"Tasha Woodblade," Cullen says with a frown. "One of many daughters of Duncan who was found to be serving the Shadow Circle but he hinted of more family involved. My hawk confirms that his father, Morgan is an actual member of the Shadow Circle."

Tasha remains silent but Cullen shakes his head. "Quit the act, Tasha, I know better. You lops aren't that good at playing possum." Tasha still does not respond, as she is too afraid until she feels the lupin grope her breasts and groin. Then she gets horny. "Interesting all I did is restrain you and yet a good groping gets you hot?"

Tasha would bite her fist if she could. Like her sisters she has been taught to be very receptive to males that abuse them. Something her father ingrained on her years ago. Being restrained turns her on, a fact that she hates in situations like this. Right now a part of her is begging to be used as a sex toy while the rest of her is trying to resist this primal urge. The Lop have always taught their children not to resist predators when they know they can't do anything about. While she is supposed to be complacent now, she will tell her grandfather who will no doubt visit great punishment upon the lupin later. It is while reflecting on this that she sees the pants of his supple armor bulge. Turning her head she tries to forget what her brothers, her uncles and her cousins taught her to do with a male when he gets like that. Unfortunately while she may not want to, her grandfather's programming is starting to kick in and she licks her muzzle.

Cullen sighs and shakes his head. Tasha manages to inchworm herself below him and lick at his groin. Internally, a part of Tasha's psyche is screaming against this but the rational part of her mind has been subjugated to the manifesto of the Shadow Circle. Determined to make herself a honey trap she keeps licking until Cullen relents and lets her suck on his phallus. He knows full well this is mostly an act but part of him is still very curious as to know how far she will go to try and lull him into a false sense of security. But while enjoying his fellatio treatment by his prisoner a bush stirs behind him. Upon seeing the moving bush the eagle cries out a warning. Cullen sees the shuffling mound move and tosses a glass sphere with a brownish orange liquid at the mound. It shatters upon landing exposing its contents to air which causes it to ignite. Tasha never stopped her fellatio; she never saw the mound except after Cullen lit it up. Her grandfather raises and trains predatory plant creatures as a hobby. More as security than anything else and that thing was probably a sentry. A scream elicits from the thing as it burns to death.

Cullen grunts when he climax and Tasha swallows everything she can. Taking her back to the elevated barracks in the majestic redwoods that now serves as a temporary base for this last series of field exams for the apprentice rangers. Once there she is put into a cell with other criminals that will be part of tests scheduled to take place over the next month. However, putting her in a cell and keeping her are two different things. Leaving all clothes and all dignity behind she manages to escape. Using her own orienteering skills she attempts to make her way back to her grandfather. Except she forgot something: she was trying to escape a ranger camp during training season and they expect the prisoner to attempt to escape. Her absence does not go unnoticed for long and a silent alarm goes out. Rangers of various levels of skill and competence are quickly dispatched to bring her back. For Tasha it is a desperate act to return to her family and away from the punishment for their misdeeds that she gleefully participated in, but for the rangers this is a test of their skills and a chance to prove which of them is top dog.

Tasha gets first indication that she is hunted by the site of the eagle, specifically Cullen's hawk. Rangers use their animal companions to help them hunt and now Tasha herself is the prey. Desperation fills the rogue lop's heart as she know Cullen is just that good. She can run all she likes but there is no hiding from a lupin. He will smell her heat and then it will be over. Unless she can find a way to defeat that and Tasha thinks of just such a place. Running to a waterfall she knows has a hidden cavern that she knows how to access. While she manages to get to the waterfall, she is lassoed before she can get into the cave. Looking back at her capturer, she sees the naked form of Cullen Dogwood. Gray fur that features black tiger stripes with red top fur, the irises are a bloody red but not a single garment is worn by the ranger. Her captor licks his muzzle as she realizes his cock is already out and ready. Pressing her up against the wall of the falls he ties her front up quite well before licking her breasts. Binding her has its usual effects and as the lupin violates her, Tasha wraps her legs against his waist. She knows better than to resist the ranger and this time her heat had time to build. The lasso was almost a relief as it meant she was caught again and her body this time was craving sex. Cullen rapes Tasha against the wall of the waterfall. Water cascades down and drenches the pair as Tasha inwardly weeps.

Once Cullen has finished with her initially she is again hauled back to the base. But this time she is not thrown into a cell but into a magic circle. Tasha knows just enough about magic to recognize the purpose of the circle. Forced down to her knees the naked bunny is going to be made someone's pet to be used and abused as he or she see fit. Before the ritual of binding starts, a wood gnome reads off a heady list of charges that her family has perpetrated over the years. Hearing the crimes, Tasha notes that only those that she actually participated in are being read aloud. Apparently she has been fully identified. Members of the Circle of Light, a Druid organization dedicated to goodness in the natural world, are in attendance. An ursyn member, an elder by the look of the old bear, rises once the charges have all been read. Her punishment has already been decided: life in bondage to another member of the Circle or one of its adherents. Cullen is also in attendance. The smug look upon his face is almost too much for Tasha to bear. But even as part of her is railing against the injustice, as she would rather be executed for her crimes than play the part of a pet, another is secretly hoping the wolf that has caught her will be her master. As luck and circumstances would conspire to make it so the ursyn hands Cullen the collar that will be placed around her neck. Tasha keeps her head down and herself calm as she can. When the collar is placed around her neck, the bunny sucks off her captor for all to see quite willingly. Unfortunately what she does not know is that her grandfather has sent a dark heartwood treant to rescue her. It has two objectives to achieve. Primarily it is to disrupt the slaving ceremony and retrieve Tasha. Failing that; it is instructed to kill Tasha so that the family secrets do not fall to the Circle of Light.

Tumbling past the darkly sentient plant of human like form, Cullen casts a spell on himself before striking at critical points on the walking tree. Driving an iron spear into the dark and twisted heart of the treant, Cullen kills it almost instantly. Remembering its other objective the heartwood titan makes sure it falls on top of Tasha, crushing her to death under its weight. Cullen sighs and shakes his head. He sacrificed much to ensure that Tasha was not outright executed and instead became his sexual plaything. And to have all that effort wasted by her senseless death causes the wolf to drop to his need in anger and remorse. A vixen witch he had been arguing with for quite some time kneels behind him and disrobes. She presses her tits to his back and hugs him at first before her hand slips to his cock and starts to paw him off. In the hierarchy of their theocracy, the witch technically outranks him. But she also needs a guardian and that usually means entering into a contract with a male that includes sexual activity.

The ursyn gives Cullen a sly wink and a nod. Reversing their positioning, Fenrys pins Morganna beneath him. Morganna lays down but looks to the bear, as druids hold power over witches in these woods. As Cullen enters Morganna, the old bear performs a hand fasting or marriage ceremony. He sets the time of their binding to five years at which time they must renew or allow the bonds to dissolve. Sighing, the vixen is getting the wolf protector she wanted, just not in the circumstances she wanted. Unbeknownst to all another plant creature called a spore bat is watching them and transmitting its findings back to Morgan Woodblade. Woodblade is not happy at the proceedings as he paces back and forth in his hovel.

"This is intolerable!" Morgan bellows to no one in particular. But much to his chagrin a seven foot female humanoid with green scaled skin and the general countenance of a dragon walks in on him. "And what is so intolerable, Morgan?" Shi demands to know. Like all dragons of this world this wood dragon is a true hermaphrodite. Wearing not a stitch of clothing, shi taps her foot expecting an answer.

"Oh...nothing, Dracina, your highness," Morgan lies badly. "Just a bit of a set back, that's all. Everything is proceeding according to our plans."

"I find that a little hard to believe." Dracina growls, "I know you have been lying to the Shadow Circle. Your incompetence is becoming a liability. The Circle of Light is coming close to finding out our plans and that, my dear, dear Morgan is quite intolerable."

"Temporary set backs I assure you deeply, your magnificence." Morgan whines as he tries to convince the dragon without much success. "I just need to find someway to eliminate a certain ranger before he becomes a guardian"

"Ah, yes, the ranger Fenrys who has become such a nuisance." Dracina states: "I am actually here to discuss him. It has come to my attention that he is quite skilled. If our plan to awaken the tarrasque to reek havoc on the countryside is to come to fruition than he must die. Did you plan on having your granddaughter seduce him?"

"Not especially but I was going to use that angle once she was properly conditioned." Morgan states which gets a nod of approval.

"But you botched attempt at retrieving her, has executed her." Darcina states coldly. "I will not stand for this incompetence. You are to be removed as our operative in this area."

"But, your grace!" Morgan yells in desperation. "Please! I beg you! Have I not been loyal?"

Dracina flashes him a sinister smile of lust. "Oh that you have been, dear, dear Morgan. Which is why you will have a boon before you are retired. Not to mention how I intend to retire you. Strip yourself and lay down on the table."

"Yes; your grace." Morgan knows better than to protest.

After stripping himself nude and laying on the table as instructed Morgan notices the dragon is showing hir heat. Dracina licks at Morgan's scrotum. The druid may be old but his libido has only increased with age. Getting his member up and ready to use does not take long as the dragon knows full well. The dragon impales hirself on his member and licks hir own muzzle in pleasure. Riding the rabbit with full control, the dragon makes him cum inside of hir before proceeding with phase two of hir plans. Young by dragon reckoning, Dracina is older and more steeped in magic lore than hir partner of the moment. Retaining his seed, shi use lye to remove his fur before shi takes out all of his fillet knives and butchering cleavers. Shi fires up the grill he has used to cook many humans and elves over the years. Rubbing the same cooking and marinating herbs he has used on many an agent of light on his body, Morgan is alarmed at the fact that his member springs to life once more. Once done with the initial applications shi takes a cleaver and surgically castrates with a single precise stroke. Placing his cock and balls on the grill to cook shi then starts to butcher him alive. Only when shi decapitates him with a cleaver stroke does he receive the release of death. But his soul cannot leave by hir own decree. He is forced to watch as his body becomes a meal for his patron before a goat bearing an enchanted lantern around its neck meanders in. Dracina places Morgan's soul in the lantern before assuming his form to further his schemes that he had approved by hir personally.