Kalderan Forest: Hawkwind Pass Part 6
#17 of Kalderan Forest
If the acclimation of someone's new life from the travel pods was difficult with help, then certainly without it would be more than terrifying. With the world as vast as it is, even the best-laid plans to find newcomers and acclimate them to their new surroundings can run afoul, specifically if there is no one around to greet them.
As the pod broke open inside the grassy expanse of where it was placed down, the firm body of a hairless rhino stepped forth, his body complete with humanoid characteristics, including a slightly sore grayish penis hanging between his legs. His skin was slightly tender as well, showing a bit more rouge than normally he would sport. His eyes caught a glimpse of something digging itself into the ground, before they acclimated themselves to his sunny and warm climate.
He took a few steps, leaning against a nearby tree as his legs cracked their discomfort from being cramped up for a few days time. As much as he had no complaints about the treatment of pure bliss inside the pod, he wasn't quite thrilled at being in a place he did not recognize.
But he wasn't your average run-of-the-mill person. He was an accomplished outdoorsman... err, rhino. He had been months before on his own camping expeditions, cut off from all manner of conveniences. The simple fact that he had never encountered a plant that was able to exhibit prehensile tendencies with its vines did not discourage him from immediately seeking the three necessary items one needs when one finds oneself alone, naked, and drained of all their seminal fluids.
He immediately began hunting around his immediate area not for clothing, but for shelter. With slow, careful movements as if any plant around him might instantly snag him for a re-douse of that tingling sap and suckling vines, he made a slowly growing perimeter check. Firm calluses protected his three toed feet stomping the soft jungle-like ground. Once determining his surroundings indeed contained plants that were as plant-like as they should be, he sat himself down on the soft grassy ground.
He made plans, slowly; calculating what he would need to make shelter, to gather fresh drinkable water, then begin to experiment carefully with the vegetation that was around. Then he would need to fashion some weapons for defense, and tools as well. Little time was wasted when he decided on what to do, and within two hours had himself a sturdy lean-to, cupped and sewn leaves filled with water from a nearby stream, and some peculiar fruit which grew, as luck would have it, five feet off the ground around the trunk of a rather colorful tree.
He sat down a few feet from his shelter, digging out a very small fire pit and working He used sticks and a rock to make heat and slowly kindled it to a small blaze. He placed the water-bowl leaves atop some rocks near the edge, letting it boil the water and burning the exposed leaf off. He then carefully opened the fruit, taking a small taste, and then leaving the rest to heat by the fire as well.
His dark, gravelly voice commented to himself, "Well Steven, glad you outgrew that stomp-the-fire-out instinct," with a slight chuckle. Humor, he thought, was always a good relief from stress.
And the day ended with him lying down casually under the lean-to, idly rubbing his-self in a way that didn't quite register of the changes that had taken place with his reproductive system. As the embers of the fire burned down and the stars shown above, he idly realized that the pattern of stars was quite different from what he remembered. But there was a calm and drowsy euphoria that slowly settled over him as he dozed off into slumber.
He awoke with a start, slapping at his face when something wet and slimy had dropped onto his horned snout. He rolled over under his lean-to, only to find that something was entwined his legs. Another jelly-like dripping spat against his face, he wiped at it with his hand, opening his eyes and seeing through his sleepy-eyed distorted vision. He wiped his face, remembering suddenly where he wasn't, and where he was. A sudden, knee-jerk instinct made him want to jump up quickly, but such things were now impossible with the lazy-like plant that had crept over during his sleep. His eyes looked at an odd assortment of flowers looking, as it were, at him.
As suddenly as he blinked the sleep from his eyes did the dozen or so flowers attack him. Well, maybe attack wasn't quite the word to describe it in retrospect, but that's what it appeared like to the rhino. Each seven-petal flower, multi-colored and dripping with some jelly-like sap, pushed against his body. Thankfully, if either by design or by luck, none had decided to cover his nostrils directly. As the flowers moved in and sucked at his body, he cried out in anguish, feeling pain ripping through his body, flesh being pulled from his bones. Well, again in retrospect he would decide that the flesh indeed remained intact upon him, aside from a gloopy, suckling pull the flowers made against him.
His arms were restrained the moment his hands griped a stalk, being pulled away more like the tender and insistent pull of a lovers hand. He had now dropped all pretenses of what the flowers were doing that he began to feel such loving suckles upon his body and not the flesh eating diatribes his mind was envisioning.
Oh, but the sweet suckling over his neck, lips, chest and torso was suddenly driving his mind mad with pleasure. He opened his eyes, lifting his head without restraint to see those flowers nuzzling his body, sucking as if every inch might give forth some fantastic fluid. Alas, only one such spot would, and this wonderful plant was decidedly ignoring it!
He pulled at his hands, the restraints giving in slightly, only to reel them back as if to call him a naughty boy. The flowers kept suckling around his body, two suddenly shifting to latch upon each dark gray nipple. He moaned, bucked his hard and throbbing shaft into the air, trying to find purchase for its growing need. The tip having swollen out and pushing the rolled up skin back to reveal the moist head.
Agony it was, but agony such that the rhino did not make any attempt to escape, save for his thrusting into the air with intense need. A sudden diffused mist of the pollen was suddenly at his snout, a less colorful flower having slipped up to spray the lust-inducing chemicals at the newly arrived rhino.
He breathed in deeply, lungs yearning for that aroma, warming his body and racing through his blood to tickle his libido. He cried, tears beginning to stream down his face, whimpering in a most unbecoming manner. His gravely voice, now smoothed by lust, implored the vines, "Dammit, take my dick, holy shit... Oh my god! Please, oh fuck PLEASE!"
Deaf as the plant was to words, it seemed to take some pity upon him, slowly pulling him along a bed of shifting vines, dragging him through the bushes as his mind was utterly encased in his fervor. He did not know which direction he was being moved in, only that his cock was in dire need of stimulation, and these hungry, suckling flowers were teasing him beyond sanity!
He finally stopped, His body pulled near a rather odd looking opaque bulb, half open and sprouting the many wondrous flower and pleasuring him ever closer to madness. With a gasp he finally felt it, looking down at his blood-engorged shaft, seeing it disappear in an achingly slow manner by a larger flower. His precum-slicked flesh burning with painful relief as it was encased, and then was slowly, almost mournfully being suckled upon.
He thrust his hips up, now trying to dutifully mate that sweet flower, only to find it moved with his hips, suckling as only it deemed appropriate.
His eyes blinked and looked up into the sun, which was now gone from overhead and nearly out of view entirely; he must have been exhausted, sleeping the entire day through. But he cared not about time, for this astounding plant was serving him with such expertise.
He didn't even notice as the waves that were crashing a dozen yards away from him receded in such a way as to reveal the smooth rocks and water-rippled sand. He didn't notice the plant jerking him inside with a sudden haste that denoted panic and urgency. All he felt was sweet, blissful release into the flower as his body was ravished so. His dick pulsed, his body strained against the loose bonds and flesh-hungry flowers. His body jerked and gave forth to the plant what it wanted from him, and in turn kept him safe as the waves crashed back over the tightly closed pod. A small amount of buffeting filtered through his senses, and he opened his eyes, blinking as the flowers pulled off him and released him inside the large transparent skin.
He stood, his hand holding the side of the pod, watching as sand, dirt, shells and small rocks cascaded around him. The water receded back, sucking out the debris it had brought it, and the rhino now stood in awe of what he beheld outside his protective plant.
He stumbled back, eyes unbelieving of what he saw. His dick, still half erect and dripping from it the jelly-like fluid used to lubricate the feeding petals, was hardening again in fear. The pod opened up and unceremoniously dumped him out onto the wet sand, another, smaller wave barely covering his hands and legs. He looked up again slowly, seeing it come right for him...