Trapped
As he pulled on his clothes, Jason couldn't believe all that had transpired within the course of the past day. He glanced over at Garyn and chuckled lightly to himself as the anthro shook the water off as any typical canine would.
"So yeah," he started, "I think it's safe to say that we've been away from home for long enough."
"Nah," Garyn replied, "I don't think it's been that long, yet."
Jason shrugged on his t-shirt, wincing as the fibers snagged against the rough edges of his wounds. Garyn noticed and slowly approached him.
"You okay?" he asked, motioning to Jason's chest.
"It'll take more than a couple scratches to do me in," Jason reassured him, "Besides, I consider these the markings of a new beginning."
"How... poetic," Garyn snickered, "Definitely not like you in the least."
"Pffft," Jason snorted, "Well, it's time things change, I guess... after all, they say it's inevitable."
"Oh?" Garyn asked, putting his cold, wet nose against Jason's, "Who's this 'they' you speak of?"
"Well you know... THEM."
Not convinced, Garyn pushed a claw gently into Jason's chest. "Whatever."
"Hey, hey," Jason said as he twitched at the touch, "Easy there."
"Whatcha gonna do about it?" Garyn asked, walking away slowly.
"I'll SHOW you what I'm gonna do about it," Jason replied, pulling on his socks and shoes quickly and deliberately.
With that, Garyn bolted off toward home, with Jason in hot pursuit.
"God damn!" Jason yelled, "Slow down there, Sparky! Not everyone was built for running."
"But then," Garyn replied, far in the lead, "Not everyone was built."
Jason laughed in mid-stride. "Touché, yet again."
As the two ran, they didn't realize that something was horribly wrong--well, Jason didn't, anyway. Garyn, on the other hand, came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the clearing that they'd been in the night before.
"What's... what's up?" Jason stammered, struggling to catch his breath.
"Someone's watching us," Garyn replied, his ears perking straight up.
"I think you're just imagining things. I don't hear or see anything."
"True," Garyn started, "But then, you didn't hear the stream, either."
Jason conceded defeat, and nodded slowly, keeping his mouth shut to contribute what little aid he could to the situation. Garyn walked around the clearing several times slowly, taking the air into his massive lungs, trying to figure out just what it was that the smell was that had just saturated the air around them. Suddenly, a force from behind him slammed him into a tree. Dazed, he struggled to see what had happened, but all he could hear were frantic screams as something stabbed into his inner thigh. Instantly, he passed out as a wave of tranquility passed over his body. The last thing he saw was a horrified Jason, wielding a branch, trying to fend off whatever it was that had just attacked them. And then, blackness.
He awoke later to muffled groans nearby.
"Ah good," a voice said, "You're awake."
Garyn struggled to clear the grogginess that had taken him over, but he couldn't shake it despite how hard he tried. All that he could make out was a blur of shapes, but he knew for a fact that this voice wasn't familiar to him at all.
"Who are you?" Garyn demanded, "And what have you done to me?"
"A mild sssssedative," the voice replied, "At full dosage, you would have been killed instantly. But that is not why I am here."
"Dosage? Of what?"
"Why, my venom of course. The most potent of all venoms in the world--as man had intended."
As the blurriness faded, Garyn could make out a large frame... hooded, and covered in scales, with large muscular arms... and an incredibly long body.
It was a Syrenth--another one of the many anthros that man had created earlier on during the anthro project. More complex than the projects that would follow, the Syrenth were bio-engineered from the deadliest reptiles found on the planet, dominated by the fierce king cobra, which it took most of its physical distinctiveness from.
"What do you want with us?" Garyn asked, still fighting the effects of the venom.
"Nothing with you," the Syrenth replied, "But the human..." The large serpent cackled evilly, "The human will serve his purpose."
"Where is he?!" Garyn scowled, "What have you done with Jason?!"
"Jasssson... so he hasss a name. Not that it's of any concern to me, of course... but it adds a new level of intimacy to the situation." At the completion of his sentence, the Syrenth looked to his left. Following his gaze, Garyn could see a large set of coils, which had something deep within them.
Horrified, Garyn realized that it wasn't something--it was SOMEONE.
"JASON!"
Struggling to lift his head, Jason was being squeezed to death within the serpent's coils, and could hardly breathe. He looked up at Garyn and forced a weak smile. "Hey, Garyn... what's going on?"
"Let him go, you son of a--"
"Now, now," the Syrenth started, "Harsh words will get you nowhere. This human, as with all humans, can serve only one true purpose: to feed the rest of usssss."
He loosened his coils a bit, and with an incredible amount of dexterity, brought Jason around in front of him at eye-level. Tentatively, the snake flitted his forked tongue out at the limp human and grinned evilly.
"If you hurt him, I will kill you," Garyn threatened, "So help me, I will KILL you."
"I don't think you're in any position to make threats, dog. In any event, there's one other thing that humans excel at."
He reached out his clawed hands to grab each of Jason's arms, and then released his tightly closed coils from around his body. "This thing," he said with a laugh, "I'm sure you're very familiar with."
Garyn's eyes shot wide open as he realized what was happening.
"Oh yesssss," the snake started, "It's been daysss..."
"Days?" Jason asked meakly, just barely clinging to life.
The serpent nodded, grinning toothily. Slowly, he brought up the end of his massive body behind Jason, and rubbed up against the human intimately. When he pulled away, a slick film stretched between his scaled hide, and Jason's soft flesh. In the rays of the morning sun, a bulge in the snake's body was glistening with the slime, and slowly parted as two large cocks slithered their way out of the serpentine form.
Garyn could only watch helplessly as his mate was being assaulted. He continued struggling.
"Mmmmmmm," the Syrenth moaned as he pushed his throbbing members against the human's body, wrapping them around his legs, and then slowly pushing up between his buttocks. One of them pushed slowly inside his tight hole, as the other went to wind its way around his limp cock. He jerked as he felt the prehensile member twisting around inside him, brushing against his prostate. His cock stiffened a little, but then fell limp once more.
"Thissss won't do," the serpent started, "It's so much more delicioussss when the prey feels as aroused as I. It addssss to my pleasure."
And with that, he pushed his scaly lips to Jason's, and forced his tongue deep into Jason's mouth, swirling around his own tongue, and then down his throat. Jason tried to gag, but couldn't. The Syrenth mixed his venom with the saliva in his mouth, causing what he knew to be one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs anywhere. He pulled away, causing a large glob of the potent slime to dribble onto Jason's cock, causing it to become erect on impact.
"Much better... yesss... much better."
Jason's cock grew more rigid now, and the Syrenth felt that due to his services, he deserved a taste. Slowly, he raised Jason up while further penetrating his tight ass, now with both of his cocks, each alternating in turn, going deeper with each push.
Several feet away, Garyn could feel the strength returning to his body. He clenched his teeth in anger, balling his hands into fist, drawing blood as his claws pierced deeply into his flesh.
The serpent revelled in all that was going on, and with Jason's cock now at eye level, took the throbbing member into his tightly pursed lips. His tongue wrapped tightly around the cock, and then doubled back on itself, forcing itself deeply into Jason's tip. The human screamed in agony at the new feeling, but the pain gave way to intense pleasure as the two giant cocks deep in his bowels brushed one by one against his prostate. His precum already spent into the serpent's maw, he could feel his impending orgasm drawing nearer, and could sense that this could possibly be his last few moments on earth. With that knowledge, he turned his gaze to his lover, slumped against a tree.
"Garyn," he gasped, "I love you."
Those words shook the remaining cloudiness from Garyn's body, and he sprang to his feet. Growling, he bolted around behind the Syrenth and planned his attack carefully--he'd only get one chance at this, and he had to make it count.
Too engrossed in what he was doing, the Syrenth didn't notice that Garyn had disappeared, but continued his assault on the weak human. He had milked all of the male's precum, but continued straining on the cock within his jaws, biting down from time to time. Meanwhile, his own cocks had already given up their own precum, and were now showering Jason's insides with their treasure.
The pressure inside him too much to bear once again, Jason spewed his load into the snake's mouth, bucking weakly against his attacker's lips.
His signal given, the Syrenth pulled his pulsating cocks from the man and spewed the last of his load all over Jason's body, preparing him for what was to come.
When he'd been satisfied that he'd milked the cock for all it was worth, he spat it out like it was nothing, and licked his scaled lips.
"Now," he snickered, "It's time... to eat."
He lowered his coils once more, and rose over Jason's body. Slowly he unhinged his jaws with several loud pops as the bones dislocated. As he lowered himself down onto the human, something happened that he didn't expect.
Garyn launched off the ground behind him, and dug his sharp canines deep into the Syrenth's jugular vein. Surprised, the snake spasmed out of control, dropping Jason into a heap on the ground below. Slowly, Jason got up and crawled to the safety of a hollowed out tree and passed out.
Meanwhile, Garyn was busy outside with the giant serpent. Once he was sure that his teeth were sufficiently lodged into the snake's throat, he tore away, bringing a large chunk of flesh away with him. The snake howled in agony, ripping at the canine, trying to get him away.
"What's the matter?" Garyn scowled angrily, his muzzle dripping blood as he spat out the flesh, "Can't handle your own medicine?"
As if hit by a revelation, the Syrenth tried to gyrate his jaws around to bite down on Garyn to inject him with the lethal poison.
"I'm not finished with you yet," Garyn growled, as he pinned the Syrenth to the ground, shoving his face deep into the dirt.
"So you like sex, do you? Well, as it so happens... I've developed quite a taste for it myself."
As he said this, he scanned the serpent's body for the slit, and, finding it, pulled the lengths of coils toward him.
"What are you doing?!" the Syrenth demanded, struggling to free himself.
Garyn didn't answer. Instead, he positioned himself with his sheath at the opening of the slit, and forced his cock deep into it. The Syrenth howled in pain, clawing at the ground to try to escape. But Garyn wouldn't have it. He thrust deeper into the serpent, the bony os-penis in his cock slamming into flesh several times, eliciting even further pain from the attacker. Within minutes, his knot had swollen up to its glorious full size, and completely engulfed the space within the slit. He could feel the pressure once again building in his loins. Harder he thrust. Deeper.
"Releasssse me, dog!" the snake yelled, twisting his coils futilly behind him.
As his orgasm hit, Garyn ripped his cock out of the Syrenth's slit, tearing it open wider, and spilling his seed all over the scaled flesh.
"Consider that," Garyn started, "The last sex you'll ever have."
But before the serpent could question this statement, he realized what the dog had meant. He'd lost too much blood during the struggle, and even more so now. He wouldn't survive the night, but he still had to get away, he thought, to retain what was left of his pride.
Garyn lifted himself off the limp snake, his cock dripping blood from the massive injury he'd just inflicted.
The Syrenth drug himself up, and slowly slithered deeper into the woods, a trail of blood following. And in the distance, Garyn could hear the howls of the many predators which lurked in these woods.
Garyn snapped himself out of the carnal rage he'd fallen into, and looked around for Jason. He found him, not moving, in a tree several yards away. Slowly, he bent down and picked him up. Feeling a pulse, he started walking back in the direction that they'd started out that morning.
How would he explain these injuries?
"You're hurt," Jason said, slowly regaining consciousness, and motioning toward the deep scratches in Garyn's face.
"Nothing a little TLC won't cure, I'm sure."
Nodding in understanding, Jason asked, "Where are we going?"
"Home," Garyn replied, returning his gaze to the path ahead.
"Why?"
Garyn stopped in his tracks. He'd never seriously stopped to consider that question.
"Why?"
"Yes," Jason replied, "Why?"
"Well," Garyn started, "I guess I never really considered not going home."
"We've got each other," Jason said with a newfound sense of confidence, "We don't need our parents... and they wouldn't understand."
"No," Garyn replied, "No, they wouldn't."
He sat down, still holding Jason tightly against himself, and licked him lovingly. Jason reached his arms around the anthro and hugged tighter against him, nestling his face deep within the tufts of fur on his chest.
That settled it: these two weren't going home.
No--they'd make their own home. And everything would work out just fine.