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A Stranger in the Clearing
Walking along the spongy, leaf covered floor of the forest, Booch's eye scanned the dense foliage. He had been walking for half a day now, without rest, he was starting to feel exhausted. The forest was dark, filled with creatures that hunted in the shadows. The key was to stay out of reach. This is what Booch thought while scanning for a suitable place to rest.
Rivers of sweat poured from his temples, down to his neck and broad shoulders. It was the middle of summer, even in the shadows of the forest the still air was thick with moisture. Insects buzzed in his ears, as he swiped at them futily. He came to a Bombello tree in a small clearing, its trunk almost as thick around as the prayer hut back in his village.
Bombello trees were favourite places to hide in when he was a child. Their gnarled branches grew in spirals, forming strange shapes that were often easy to climb. He grabbed the smooth bark and pulled himself up, shoulder and arm muscles flexing. Up and up, the thick green leaves and branches provided a perfect shelter keeping him hidden from below.
He grabbed a bombom fruit from one of the branches. It had a bright pinkish-red colour, and was curved and long.
Booch held the fragrant fruit with two hands as he squeezed and rotated them in alternating directions. He then wrapped his lips around the tip of the fruit, which was a deep purple colour and wide enough to make him have to spread his jaws wide. Continuing his hand motions, Booch sucked up and down the bombom. He continued doing this for another 30 seconds, quickening his pace as time wore on.
Wet, sloppy sucking sounds filled the forest canopy. Frustrated, he pulled the fruit from his mouth. Strings of saliva glittered and hung from his pouty lips.
"Perhaps it isn't ripe yet." he mumbled to himself.
He threw the bombom fruit away and grabbed another from the branch after scanning for one he thought would be ripe and juicy. This bombom was shorter but thicker, and had a brighter red colour than the last. Opening his mouth, he sucked and tongued the tip of the exotic fruit then squeezed and massaged it with his two hands. His arm muscles rippled and glistened in the dim forest light. He began to get frustrated again, this fruit wouldn't wield its juices either! What was wrong with this tree? He had only eaten bombom fruits a few times before, as they did not grow near his village.. But his uncle, a trader, would sometimes bring some back to the village from the Bombastic Tribe up north. His uncle had even taught him wh-
He paused, rolled his eyes and groaned. Then starting up his motions once more, bit the tip of the fruit. The spray of bombom juice was almost violent. It shot straight to the back of his throat, causing him to cough, as more and more juice sprayed all over his face, neck and chest. Booch was covered in the purple-transluscent fruit juice. After finishing coughing, he let out a chuckle. He wondered how he could ever forget how to eat a bombom. Clearly he was distracted from his responsibility. Only yesterday he was tasked with delivering a message to the neighbouring Groner tribe. A message of grave importance. He leaned back against the thick trunk of the tree and found a more comfortable position. He would rest here, his legs ached from hours of trekking through the misty forest and he knew that the Groner village was still about a half a day away.
He was thinking of the message. He had been greatly trusted by the Great Tribe Mother to have been chosen to bring this message. A message of warning. A warning of the sudden increase in abductions near the Aur River and- A sudden noise made his senses alert. He slowed his breathing and strained to hear the sound again.
Snap!
It came from the ground below. He was protected from view by the thick branches and leaves of the Bombello tree but they also obscured his view of whatever was below.
Snap!
He said a silent prayer to the spirits and hoped it wasn't a Mangle Cat. They weren't very big, but they were vicious. He didn't have a weapon with him. He would have to fashion of spear of some sorts, but the branches of Bombello trees were useless. Booch slowly climbed down the tree limbs. He finally made it to a low hanging branch, it's bushels of leaves kept him somewhat hidden, but a slight gap between them made the forest floor visible. He could now see the creature which had been making the noise. It was a human. A male human, just like him. He was shocked, not because he was staring at another human man, but because of what this man was wearing and how he walked so clumsily through this dangerous area. His eyes scanned the man, who he realized was probably around his own age of 20 Suns. His hair was cut short. Very short on the sides, with wavy loose tassles on top not unlike the hair styles of the Baotum Tribe near the South River. But Booch had never seen a Boatumer such as this... The young man had stopped to rest it seemed, he sat on a moss covered boulder below the Bombello tree in a small clearing. Booch noticed his clothes, which were really the strangest thing about the human. It was the dead of summer and the forest was almost unbearably humid, dank and wet. Not to mention umcomfortably hot, much too hot to be dressed how he was. Booch himself was naked, except for the giant forest snail shell
that kept his trunk and stones supported on his trek. The shimmmery blue-green shell itself kept in place with Hill Lamb leather around his narrow waist and then down under each butt cheek. Instead, the strange man had on a shirt with short sleeves, a bright unnatural shade of blue, it clung to his body with sweat. The clothing he was wearing over his legs were made to fit over each limb and seemed soft as they moved with him. They were the colour of storm clouds. Booch raised an eyebrow, noting the ample shape and form of the stranger's thighs. His felt his dick harden within the snail shell. The feet were the strangest thing though. Black and white with bright green marks adorned his footwear. Shoes were not foreign to Booch, he knew the Ram Tribe wore footware made of goat leather, but what he was seeing now...He furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, Booch looked towards the stranger's crotch where a hand was now rubbing. Booch's eyes grew bigger. The strange human pulled off his top to reveal muscular arms and shoulders that glistened with sweat. A hand went to his hairless chest, where he began to pinch a soft pink nipple. Booch suddenly realized his mouth was salivating. He swallowed then licked his lips. He brought one hand up to his chest and began pinching his own nipple. Booch continued watching as the man reached down to free his cock. It was hard and big. Veiny and thick with a nice purplely-pink bell-end. From where he was hiding in the tree, Booch had a perfect vantage just out of view of the strange man. He estimated the stranger's cock to be about the same length of his own though not as wide in girth. He could now feel it straining hard against the smooth interior of the shell. He pushed it down and wiggled his narror hips a bit to free his swelling member. Then as he watched the sexy stranger below begin to pump his fist, he followed suite.
Wrapping his hand around his cock, his fingers barely met his thumb. He pumped from the root to the head, precum gushing from the tip. He looked down to see the man spit in his hand, then use it to further jack off. Wet fapping sounds now filled the small clearing. Booch used an index finger and wiped some of the precum from his dick tip then brought it to his mouth, letting the musky flavour fill his mouth. He was astonished, not to mention excited to see the buff hunk below do the same. Booch could feel the cum in his shaft rising, his balls grew tight and his han d pumped faster. He wasn't going to last much longer. It happened fast, Booch had difficulty understanding what he was seeing. The young man below had been sitting on the mossy boulder jacking off, when he was suddenly ripped down to the leafy forest floor of the clearing. Had he fallen? Booch realized he had been pulled down as he watched a thick vine twirl up around the grey pant of his leg. The man was recovering from the fall, seemingly unsure of what had just transpired. Booch watched as the hunk looked down to see the vine wrapping around his leg, let out a gasp then try to scurry away. He was straining to pull the thing from his leg, but it was relentless. Suddenly, his wrist became entangled in another vine, which had crept from behind him. It pulled his arm down to the forest floor. His muscles flexed and strained against the onslaught. Booch watched as another vine pulled his other arm to the ground. When all four of his limbs were entwined by vines, the young man screamed. He was yelling in a language Booch had never heard. And surely not just a different village dialect either. To Booch it sounded like the bubbling of the hot springs which surrounded his village. Booch was contemplating jumping down to help the poor fellow, but he couldn't help but enjoy the show. The poor entwined fool suddenly had his legs hoisted up and back, so that his knees were near his ears and ass pointed to the forest canopy. Seeing him in that position brought Booch's attention back to his dick, gripped tight in his hand. He could make out the nice shape of the man's buttocks, round and firm. He was actually pleased to see one of the vines rip a hole in the pants near where he knew the man's ass hole would be. A movement near the end of the clearing caught Booch's eye. Another vine, thicker than the others, came near the helpless man, still trying to wiggle from the vines' grasp yet unable to see what was happening. It slithered across the forest floor, then reared up its tip. long and thick, it swelled into a tapered gourd, and was a deep violet colour. Booch's pupils grew slightly bigger at the sight of the cock-like appendage. The vine's tip he saw, was leaking a clear, viscous liquid. It poked its head in through the tear of the pants. The man screamed now, and tried to see what was invading his bottom. Booch could see the vine's tip and shaft enter through the pant hole, and though he couldn't see it stretch the fellow's anus, he knew it was filling his insides. The man was breathing heavy, and his yells suddenly turned into moans as he was being filled. Booch knew the man was in no trouble. This part of the forest was full of Anal Ivy. Though he was never interested in it himself, he had many friends who would often find forest clearings where the perverted plant was known to grow, just to offer up their asses. It was known that the seed spilt from the men who would go to these clearings would feed and help fertilize the Anal Ivy further. In the winter they sprouted great yellow and white flowers. He had heard stories that the Bautum Tribe often even grew them in their homes. Booch could now see the vine's cock like appendage fucking the lucky fellow below who was grunting now through clenched teeth. Booch pumped his fist fast over his swollen member. Maybe he would have a turn after the horny plant was done with him.
He did have a sweet looking rump after all, and it had been a while since Booch last had a nice ass to fuck. He opened his eyes wider as the bottom bitch was pulled up by the vines then repositioned to be on all fours. His chest was then aggresively pulled to the ground, causing one side of his face to be pressed in the dirt. His forearms were held down, back arched, ass wiggling in the air, as his pants were ripped downwards to his knees. Booch couldn't help but admire from his vantage point. He could make out the sexy form of the stranger's muscled back, thick thighs and jiggling bubble butt.
Yeah, he was definitely going to have to take over from this veiny vine.
He smiled a bit, as the bitch's moans grew louder and panting became shallower. The cock-like appendage went in and out of his hole, stretching his anal ring.
The bottom's moans were slightly muffled from the ground as he bucked his hips in a rhythm which allowed the vine to fill his rectum even deeper.
This continued for another few moments until, from the bottom's hard cock came spasms of white man goo which splashed onto his smooth pecs and drizzled down to the forest floor. The vine continued its anal assault, pumping the cum out of the human. Then when it seemed satisfied, and the moans became whimpers, it withdrew its appendage from the now gaping human hole with an audible pop then fell to the ground, the vines loosing their iron grip on his arms and legs.
"My turn." Booch whispered to himself.
He was about to jump down to the ground, when a sudden figure entered the clearing. It was a seemingly human figure, but as it came closer to the recovering man below, Booch realized what he was seeing. With it's huge cock swollen it moved towards the freshly fucked man cunt.
The man screamed when he saw it, then stuggled to rid his arms and legs of the vines, now dried and dead. Booch still couldn't help but appreciate the beautiful young man's ass as it jiggled in his stuggle. Then he jumped down between the creature and the stranger. The element of surprise was his upper hand, as he moved quickly and kicked the monster hard in the chest. It flew backwards, hitting the ground then growling, displayed it's sharp fangs. As fast as he could, he helped the human free himself of the vines then, looking into wide eyes yelled.
"Run!"