Kalderan Forest Part 4
#4 of Kalderan Forest
Morning came in its usual way, the sun rising up and casting green filtered shadows into the canopy tree where Randolf lay. His dick had been released just a few hours prior as the tree had gotten it's fill from the canine. He rolled over onto his back and stretched, the soft leaves reminding him of feathers under a sheet.
Sitting up was painful for him, his back cracking slightly as his back shifted. He winced and opened his eyes fully, looking for Falroth. He wasn't around, and Randolf though that he might have gone for some more food.
He walk to a hold in the canopy and looked down at the trunk. There were plenty of grips for him to climb down on, and he started his decent into the warm air. His fur had almost all grown back by now, the usual colorings for a husky now adorned his body. At the bottom of the tree, the hanging vines seemed unconcerned about his presence, letting him step out from under the tree easily.
Now looking around, he had no idea where the equine had gone. He looked around the clearing, peering into the bushes and past the trees as best he could, see no one around, nothing moving.
He thought about calling out, but decided against it as he wasn't about to attract the attention of some of the more unpleasant denizens of the forest. Instead he sat down, and waited.
His thoughts began to trace back over the recent occurrences in his life, the loss of his adopted family was not even a concern, as much as he missed being taken care of by his mother and father. He was happy to be somewhere that didn't frown upon males mating with males, and his need for sexual contact wasn't considered evil or bad, and even the plant life accepted it.
He became lost in his thoughts, tracing over his belly and rubbing his sheath absently, stirrings beginning to rise in his balls and overtaking the empty ness in his belly. He stood up, looking back at the tree and then around again. Surely if Falroth was near he could be easily found.
Randolf took a careful look around, making sure that when he looked around, he wouldn't go too far and loose his way back. He stepped off in the direction of the sun, rummaging past some bushes and stepping into the forest.
He walked around some, constantly looking up at the sun and back to the clearing, each few steps getting more courageous and stepping a little further away as he looked for his friend. The plants seemed harmless to him, none of the warning signs his friend had mentioned.
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Stalking behind the pup, however, was something less friendly and giving than Falroth had been. Looking more like a tiger with no sharp teeth or claws, it was five feet long and had a very prehensile tail, capable to wrapping and gripping something the width of a pencil. It walked quietly, its padded feet making no sound at all as the soft cushioned skin absorbed any sounds. Quietly, waiting and watching for an opportunity.
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Randolf finally found a plant he had been told about. Before him was a bush, greed fronds all around on thin twigs with red cherry-like fruit in the center. It was a safe plant, as he was told, and the fruit was very sweet. Randolf stepped closer, reaching inside the center to grab a few of the tempting cherries. Nothing happened, save for a fistful of the cherries coming loose in his hand. He pulled them up and back, taking a step away and looking at his paw. He gently bit into half of one of the fruits to find it pop and squirt some of its sweet juice on his face and down his belly. The red looking like lipstick as it colored his grey and black fur. The fruit was sweet, like liquid frosting inside a thin tasteless skin. The second bite was less tentative, getting the full bursting effect inside his mouth and swallowing down the seedless treat.
He ate his fill, the taste forcing him to stop sooner than he wanted due to the overly sweet nature of the fruit. He searched around and found a plat with large leaves, pulling one off and getting a few of the cherries to bring back to the tree. Almost too proud of himself to realize what danger he was in, he folded up the leaf and turned to head back to the tree.
A single step was all he took. A cat-like creature shot out from behind a tree directly in front of him, scaring the puppy to death and making him drop the cherries. Stumbling back and falling on his ass, he had this creature atop him, standing on his shoulders with the body of this beast above him.
All Randolf could think about were the yellow and red eyes, staring at him from an expression with looked like anger. Mouth open with four sharp canines and a deep red tongue taunting him. Whimpering sounds were abundant, even if hushed. The husky's body was shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.
Moments passed that seemed like days for Randolf, and he waited for his life to end from the beast atop him. The moments stretched on, and he was numb to the sensations of his sheath being penetrated by the tail of this beast, at least until the furry tip found his cock and began to tickle and stimulate the pointed end of his shaft.
A sharp look down and he saw the striped tail inside his body, wriggling and playing with him. A sudden flushed wave of relief washed over him, as he realized that he was in no immediate danger. Perhaps all that the animal wanted was a drink, and he would be let go. Such a compromise to death was easily negotiated.
"So the kitt..." he said in a wavering voice, but was cut silent by a deep growl. The puppy looked surprised, though kept his mouth shut for now. His cock was being coaxed out of his sheath, and the pinkish skin found daylight as it pushed forth.
The tail gripped at the base of his knot, squeezing like a vice and causing a mixture of pleasure and pain for Randolf. The sudden shock of sensations made him groan and whimper, which brought the beasts face closer with displayed fangs. Randolf quieted himself down again, and pushed his head back against the ground. He wasn't about to provoke this creature and loose his life!
As the tail around his knot-base tightened and pulled, he found his cock getting harder. The feelings of need swelled up inside him as he was teased, and his body began to relax. Time passed slowly, the volume of his pleasure slowly increasing and forcing him into a state of relaxed need. The pup would soon be ripe for the harvesting.
The cat moved off Randolf, slowly backing up with its tail still holding his knot. It turned, facing it's backside to the puppy, but still watching him closely. The movements were deliberate and slow, a watchful and appraising eye locked onto his face.
The creature slowly began to sit back on Randolf, and his shaft found the entrance to this creature's body easily. It slipped into the heated warmth of what felt more like an anus, since there were two balls hanging down and a thick sheath under the cat.
It sat down on the puppy, impaling the knot easily inside the beast. Randolf felt the heated grip of another body much to his liking, and gave up resisting. He let the sweet grip of the cat's body take him.
The beast stood back up, and the pleasure Randolf was expecting was erased from his mind. He felt sharp barbs dig into his knot, forcing him to stand up as the cat did so. A loud yelp from his mouth was uncontested by the beast, who had fulfilled half it's duty now.
The tail of the beast reached up around Randolf's body and pulled him down atop the back of the animal. Randolf gripped the belly of the huge cat, which caused the barbs to pull back away from his cock. The tight grip suddenly became pleasant again around his knot, even if he felt a prisoner to this animal by way of his dick.
Randolf was utterly confounded, not sure what to make of this new situation. This creature seemed to want his cock inside it, but for what purpose?
The cat began to canter off, the pup locked inside its body and held up upon its back. The movement caused Randolf's needy shaft to wiggle around the warm and slick insides of the animal, and to stimulate him enough to begin leaking his precum. The pleasure was enough to blind the puppy as to where exactly he was being carted off to, but as the sensations drowned his senses, he had little time to think about it.
With the tail still holding him, and his feet pulled up against the haunches of the animal, Randolf was pleasured and tortured with sweet strokes and slides. His cock was easily dripping forth its watery precum freely. Though try as he might, he found the distraction of being carried and having to keep his legs held against the cat was too much for him to push over the edge and cum.
All he Randolf did was hang on and moan out loudly as he was stimulated. He felt it approach though, after a while he got used to the situation. His grip tightened around the feline's body, but before he could reach his full released the barbs pushed into his knot sharply, bringing pain into the mix and deflating his euphoric high.
The traveling became faster, the paws stomping into the forest floor as their owner maneuvered around to its destination. Still its captor was pleasured and denied, the barbs sticking into his knot each time his orgasm almost became complete.
Hours passed, leaving Randolf tired and sore from holding on and the constant denials. His cock was aching to release, and the beast succeeding in its job to distract the puppy into not knowing where it was. The speed diminished to s small walk, and it came out into a clearing of wooden huts with thatched roofs.
Randolf's eyes were shut as he was finally allowed release into the animal, the barbs not sticking in this time as he once again rocketed to the heights of orgasm. His cock exploded forth his cum, filling up the cat's backside. A low rumbling of a purr shook the canine's body, massaging and over stimulating Randolf, making him cry softly.
With his arms holding the purring cat tightly, he heard the sound of a deep and gruff voice, "Well now, what has our hunting cat found for us today?"
Still in his crying and ejaculating state, Randolf looked up to see a bull-like creature, nearly nine feet tall and standing there looking at Randolf with an evil smirk.
The bull turned his head to the side slightly, calling back, "Billy, we got ourselves a live one here."