Lost in the Silent Forest

Cast:
Ruther – Level 5 Wolf Barbarian. Superstitious about the supernatural and magic as whole. Hates all magic that doesn’t come from his allies.
Calvin – Level 5 Bat Ranger. Cocky when it comes to plant and wildlife. As far as the party knows, he can back up said snark too.
Fonne – Level 5 Fennec Fox Alchemist. A well-rounded and good-natured experimenter. Tries to have a potion flask for nearly every obstacle.
Pierce – Level 5 Deer Druid. A wise forest dweller who can make many wild plants or animals love him. Absentmindedly, says certain things in Druidic, confusing his party members.
Saffron – Level 5 Rabbit Bard. Has the most wits and a highly effective silver tongue. He strives to live a glorious life and write epic poems for himself and all of his fellow party members.

Chapter 3

Ruther: Silent Forest West, Obscured Clearing
	Ruther came to quickly. He had already brandished his claymore when the magic circle sounds had turned from nice to ear-grating and bad. His superstitious barbaric instincts never fully trusted the magic circle in the first place.
	Ruther’s Perception Check: Fail
	His eyes glanced around the clearing he was in. He could barely made since of anything, let alone his location. All he knew for sure was that he was in a clearing that was obscured by trees and lit by the piercing light of the afternoon sun. It seemed to give everything a warm glow. If the wolf wasn’t on guard right now, he would probably think this was a good place to relax in a forest.
	He frantically looked around for an exit. He needed to leave here and find his friends! The Silent Forest was described as a hard dungeon that was impossible to complete unless it was taken on by a coordinated team… 
	Ruther’s Reflex Check (Disadvantage): Critical Fail
	Ruther wasn’t prepared for the force that tackled and disarmed him. With a heavy grunt, the dark red wolf felt something bigger than him crash into him (-4 HP). He painfully pried his eyes open to meet his assailant. On top of him was a wolf like him, only this one was much bigger than him and had black fur.
	The beast gazed down at him hungrily. Something Ruther was not going to entertain in the slightest!
	Ruther’s Athletics Check: Fail
	Ruther struggled under the wild wolf’s weight. He could feel himself making progress. Something that even seemed to surprise the wolf. All he had to do was push off the wolf so he could reach his secondary weapons. Alas, the wolf seemed to find out his goals almost immediately.
	With a heave, the wolf slammed Ruther back into the ground, causing a yelp to squeak out of him. The wolf would pause at the sound before beginning to laugh hysterically, his monstrous tone booming in the barbarian’s ears.
	“BAHAHAHA! I will admit barbarian, you surprised me with your strength! But you are still just as weak as any other trespasser.”
	Ruther began struggling under the wolf’s weight again. “Argh! Just let me go! I’m no trespasser! I’m looking for my friends!”
	“Your “friends”? Like your “Adventuring friends”?”
Ruther grew angered by the second.
“BAHAH~ Let me guess! You all are here because some lowlife asked you to find the Almanac Stone.”
Ruther’s eyes widened. “How would you know that?”
“Searching for the Almanac Stone is why any foreign intruder of the Silent Forest chooses to enter it. You and your party aren’t the first and definitely won’t be the last…”
Ruther’s Athletics Check: Successful
Ruther let himself be consumed with rage. His barbaric instincts took over him. He was going to kill this wolf if it was the last thing he would do.
The dark red wolf would let out a disconcerting yell while overpowering the wolf. Despite all of the wolf’s pressure, he could not handle the might of the barbarian.
Ruther would toss the big wolf aside and run for his discarded claymore. Stood up and pointed the greatsword at the slightly dazed wolf.
“Well then you savage wolf, I can assure you that that changes today! Farewell to you. Even though my barbarian instincts tell me to fight you, I have more pressing matters at hand.”
Ruther began to walk to the edge of the clearing. he stopped as he heard more laughter behind him.
“heheheh. Heheheh. Haha. HAHAHAH~!” The big wolf would being laughing hysterically again.
Ruther was growing tired of this by the second. He turned back around to face the wolf once again. However, what he saw disturbed and unnerved him…
Ruther’s Will Check: Successful
It took Ruther a lot of effort to not completely freeze in fear of the wolf.
The wolf’s size seemed to grow bigger. Gleaming red eyes stared into his soul from the distance.
“You call me a “savage wolf”. No, I am a Beowolf! A once civilized wolf like you who devoted himself to a greater cause than anything civility can give. And, as a reward for abandoning such things I have been granted gifts by my pack far beyond that of your Barbarian powers!”
Ruther’s eyes would widen as he sees the Beowolf seemingly disappear.
Ruther’s Reflex Check (Disadvantage): Critical Fail
Once again, Ruther would be tackled down and disarmed. The only difference this time was his secondary weapons also being disarmed from their one easy to access places.
Meanwhile, the Beowolf continued to speak, “And now, would you like to know why I, a Beowolf is here, attacking you?”
Ruther grunted hard as he felt his armor get impacted. The once snug fit seemed to loosen. It didn’t take Ruther long to understand what the Beowolf was trying to do.
Ruther’s Reflex Check (Disadvantage): Critical Fail
Ruther fruitlessly attempted to reposition himself against the onslaught, unfortunately, the Beowolf seemed to be the one in full control of the repositioning. Ruther, unknowingly, was forced back into the center of the clearing. It was there that tragedy struck…
The Beowolf would appear behind Ruther again. The dark red wolf could only stand paralyzed. In a single strike, all of his armor fell away. Only his underwear protected the package he held underneath. The Beowolf inched his mouth close to Ruther’s ear and whispered in a hungry tone… “I’m here because a very nice witch of this forest told my pack that our territory would have another breeding stock… And here you started… All perfect for the taking…”
Ruther turned to strike with his claws but was met with two big hands grasping his head. The wolf was forced to stare directly at the Beowolf. All the while, a strange feeling of lightness seemed to settle in his mind…
Ruther’s Will Check (Superstitious = Lower DC): Fail
 Ruther wanted to struggle in the Beowolf’s grasp but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The task seemed to be getting harder for him to deal with… He couldn’t even think of how to escape this grasp… How does he even escape this place…? What even is this place…?
The more the Beowolf grasped his mind, the harder thoughts came to Ruther… Why was he even mad at this big wolf anyways…? Whatever it was they were doing was helping him right…? Right…?
The Beowolf smiled as his magic removed another coherent thought from the trespasser. The lowly wolf’s face transitioned from malice to anger, then to confusion, until reaching the stupefied state he needed them to be in.
“Ahhh… You see you lowly wolf? Isn’t having no thoughts good?”
Ruther made no comment, instead, he began moaning in pleasure as another important thought was forgotten. The wolf’s cock tented in his underwear, something, the Beowolf wasted no time in removing the unnecessary garment.
Ruther’s cock stood fully at attention. The knotted canid’s cock leaked pre needily. While it stood average sized for a civilized wolf like himself, the wolf’s deteriorating mind could easily tell from the Beowolf’s sheath alone that their cock trumped his own in size by a large margin.
The Beowolf wasted little time lowering Ruther to his knees. The wolf caught the hint immediately and couldn’t help himself.
Ruther buried his nose in the greater wolf’s sheath. The pheromones and musk emanating from the large organ assaulted his senses. He let in a deep breath, drinking in the scent of his better.
The Beowolf chuckled at wolf. “If you enjoy the pheromones so much, why not taste the real thing?”
Ruther felt the larger wolf grab him by the head again. He was prepared for another deep clean of his mind but got a mouthful of Beowolf cock instead.
Ruther’s Constitution Check: Critical Fail
 The wolf gagged heavily at the sheer size of the Beowolf. His girth seemed to cover the entirety of his mouth. He gasped in surprise at the length. He may be getting dumber but even he could tell this was too much.
The Beowolf held him firmly, uncaring about the sounds the lowly wolf was making. The warmth of the wolf’s mouth was the best heat he had ever felt. He felt his endowed cock reveal itself from his sheath and fill the wolf’s maw to the brim.
Ruther couldn’t tell how big the giant wolf’s cock was. Even then, it seemed like too difficult of a thing to think about. It didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered right now was servicing it.
It took a bit for the wolf to adjust, but soon, those frequent gags were replaced with moans of pleasure. The Beowolf tongue lulled out of his mouth as he felt Ruther caress his organ with his tongue. He couldn’t help but hump deeper into the wolf’s mouth as the heat of his mouth brought him closer.
Ruther began to taste something sweet in his mouth. The taste trickled down his throat and made him heavy. He wanted more of it…
The Beowolf moaned as the wolf sucked on his cock harder. Like a true breeding mount, the wolf was finally learning how to milk him for his pre.
“HAHHah~ Hope you’re ready pup. I have a big load coming~”
Ruther barely heard anything, he was too focused on drinking the virile male’s nectar. The only word he caught was “coming” … Ahh… His master was cumming… He should make sure to lap up every drop… That wasn’t too hard…
The Beowolf quickened his pace, causing his own knot to swell. Ruther grunted and moaned as his throat was fucked. It would only take another few seconds for his climax to peak.
Ruther’s Constitution Check: Success
Ruther heard his master howl triumphantly as he felt something thick and creamy invade his mouth. Remaining true to his breeder instincts, he took care to savor and never let a single drop fill.
The Beowolf gazed down at the wolf with pride. The wolf’s eyes sat half-lidded while he obediently gulped down all of his seed…
Being such a virile creature, the Beowolf basked in his glow for a while. Letting his breeding mount gulp away on his cock.
Ruther honestly wasn’t expecting a load so big. But that’s on him. He needs to be mindful of his master’s virility for the future.
After another few seconds, Ruther stopped feeling his master’s cock pulse. The flood of sweetness stopped flowing into his now visible belly. He felt disappointed… That couldn’t be it right? No! His master had more tastiness for him to swallow surely.
The Beowolf began to pull out of the wolf’s mouth. He felt needy suckles on his cock and whimpers of desperation from the lowly creature. He couldn’t help but smile. “Awww… Is my breeding mount still needy?”
Ruther gazed at his master with sad eyes. His brain found the words hard to form but an answer would soon come out. “Plureash… M-moar~”
The Beowolf chuckled and grasped the wolf’s head again. “Your mouth was very good. Let’s test that ass, shall we?”
Ruther’s eyes widened with glee. Ass? His master wanted his ass? Of course! He was more than happy to have as bred by a superior creature.
The Beowolf smiled as the wolf lowered himself on all fours and presented his rear to him. The small, tight rear… It made him hungry again…
Ruther shivered as he felt his master’s pre coat his entrance. The girthy cock was wiped all around his hole. Painting it a picture too complex for his mind to comprehend.
The Beowolf marveled at the wolf’s pre coated ass. Primed to handle punishment and sweet on the eyes. Utter perfection just waiting to be ruined by something much larger than it should have been able to handle
Ruther’s Constitution Check: Fail
Ruther moaned loudly as an immense pressure invaded his ass. He cracked under the pressure almost immediately. He felt his mind go completely blank as his master hilted his ass. The pain of the stretching was matched with the immense pleasure gained from it. His cock squirted its own load all over the ground he laid on. A paltry amount in comparison to the greater beast dominating him.
The Beowolf was quick to begin rutting the lesser wolf below him. Getting a moan and a grunt with every heavy thrust the Beowolf did. His virgin unstretched ass felt soo good! He really did get lucky with this breeding mount. And he couldn’t wait to show him off to the rest of the pack.
Ruther felt drool drip on the back of his neck as he was fucked raw. His eyes had rolled to the back of his head at this point, he instinctively began squeezing on the Beowolf’s cock, coaxing it closer to filling him.
The Beowolf was happy to oblige for his breeding mount. He quickened his pace yet again, ravaging the lesser wolf’s insides further and sparking louder moans from him.
“Mmammnn~ Breed meeee pleeeassse…”
The Beowolf grunted. “Here you go then slut! Take it all AAHHH~”
Ruther felt himself cum again as he felt something larger than he expected enter his ass.
*POP*
The Beowolf smiled as he felt his knot disappear inside the wolf’s insides. His cum spilled into the wolf, causing his noticeable belly to begin to grow more. “AAAAHHhhh~ Good boy~”
Those two words elated Ruther beyond belief. They seemed to hold so much weight, most likely because they came from a Beowolf., Creatures he should be serving...
“Mmmh~ All this breeding and never asked your name…”
Name? Ruther had a name? Even that was getting harder to remember. What even was he again? Where was he? Why was this superior creature even giving scum like him the time of day?
The Beowolf chuckled at the wolf’s silence. His intellect was truly too low to even remember that. “Heh heh heh, your silence says a lot…”
The wolf looked back at his master, his half-lidden eyes and stupefied face were so hot to look at. “I’ll call you Luth. You look like someone deserving of such a name.”
Luth… Luth… The word rang in his head. It seemed to be the only thought that could stick. He liked the name… It fit him well… “L-Luuth~… I am Luth…”
The greater wolf howled in laughter. “Yes, you are Luth…”
The Beowolf would pick up and hold his knotted breeding mount. “Now then… Why don’t I introduce you to a lot more Beowolves to serve?”
Luth leaned deeper into his master, drinking in both his scent and pheromones. The thought of having more creatures like his master to serve sounded like heaven. One he would love to live in… “Yesssss~ M-moar mashturs pleeease~”
“Anything for my little breeding mount~”
The Beowolf thoughtlessly walked out of the clearing from the obvious entrance. He still had no idea how his prey couldn’t find it but wasn’t complaining. His mission was completed, and his pack now had another plaything to further break…
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All that would remain in the obscured clearing was a claymore, a pair of axes, and sparce pieces of armor and clothing. All of the cum in the clearing seemed to dissipate, leaving no traces of a fight or struggle…

 Fonne and Pierce: Silent Forest East, Malevolent Grotto
	Pierce jumped up awake. He panted heavily and scrambled to find his quarterstaff. He calmed down as he felt the long stick near him. He sighed in relief and began to stand up.
Pierce’s Perception Check (Leaf Druid = Lower DC): Success
	At the height of where he stood, Pierce was hit with a cacophony of anger. The very environment around him screamed at his presence. He was not welcome here. No one should be here.
	“[Druidic], I-I’m sorry! W-we promise to leave you peace!”
	As the white deer began to walk, he found himself nearly trip over Fonne’s unconscious form.
	“AAH Fonne!” Pierce crawled back over the fennec and attempted to rouse him. “C-come on! [Druidic]! Wake up!”
	Fonne woke up to the sound of frantic yelling. His head hurt and his throat felt sore. He opened his eyes to see a fearful white deer. “Hmm… Pierce?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh thank The Earth Mother you’re alright!” 
Pierce shuffled back a bit as Fonne slowly sat himself up and tried to remember certain events. “W-Where are we?”
Pierce took another quick glance around. “I’m not entirely sure but I can tell that this is a grotto of some sort.”
“Where is everyone else?”
“I don’t know… Something bad must have happened to the spell…” Pierce became bitter at the thought of painful memories resurfacing. “Just another reason to never trust non-druidic magic.”
Fonne nodded in solidarity. “Hard agree with that. It seems like any magic that’s not nature based or written in the form of a song Saffron could sing is just always terrible…”
The two would smile at each other for a bit. The moment would be broken with a distant but clearly unfriendly shriek.
Pierce gazed in the rough direction the sound came from before helping his friend up. “Come on Fonne, the trees tell me we’re not welcome here.”
“Y-Yeah, I’m sensing that feeling too…”
Pierce checked the ground for any signs of footprints. A forest always contains animals and this one should be no different...
Pierce’s Survival Check: Success
It took a bit, but Pierce would soon find a set of footprints, they seemed slightly elongated in nature and seemed to carry aspects of being a rabbit… Just like Saffron!
“[Druidic]! Fonne! Over here! I think I found Saffron’s footprints!”
The fennec fox walked over to examine the prints as well. “Are you sure these are his?”
Pierce’s Recall Knowledge Check: Critical Success
“Of course, these are! I remember Saffron’s feet like the back of my hand! Actually, I remember all of my friend’s feet. It’s an honor for me to know those.” 
Pierce smiled victoriously while Fonne’s face turned a bit concerned. “…Uhh, okay! Not gonna ask how you found the time for that on our adventurer…”
Fonne picked up his weapons and bag, the latter he found strangely lighter than usual. “Huh? Wait! WHAT?!?!”
“What’s wrong? Fonne?”
The fennec gazed at the deer, his face filled with dismay. “MY POTIONS! HALF OF POTIONS MISSING!”
Pierce went to grab his friend’s mouth. “Whoa! Whoa! It’s okay, Fonne! Stop raising your voice! That beast could have heard you!”
Fonne’s eyes began to tear up. “S-Some of those were one of a kind… Almost a whole years full of work gone from by bag!”
“I-If we’re lucky, one of the wildlife may have it- “
“CLEARLY! WE’RE NOT LUCKY!”
The distant shrieking sound returned again, sounding much closer to the two than it should be.
Pierce frantically grabbed his friend’s hand and ran on the trail the footprints left. “W-We can worry about it later then! Now let’s focus on getting out of here!”
The two would remain at top speed for a time, refusing to slow down for fear of whatever beast heard Fonne’s wailing…
Fonne’s Reflex Check (Disadvantage): Fail
Pierce’s Reflex Check (Disadvantage): Fail
Running at top speed has both its pros and cons. The biggest pro being that whatever thing that could have been behind them, certainly was not going to catch up. However, the biggest con for it will always be losing your footing…
Both Fonne and Pierce would trip over some undergrowth that looked like it was just the roots of a tree. Alas, it wasn’t…
Before the two could even comprehend their loss of balance, they were pulled to the sky, their held equipment falling from them.
“AHHH! W-What is this?”
Pierce reoriented him himself and peered at his assailant. A vine-like tendril held him and Fonne by their ankles. “Grrr… Not a malevolent plant! Where are you?”
More vines appeared to creep out of nowhere. Further unnerving Fonne and angering Pierce. The deer would close his eyes before whispering something in Druid…
Pierce’s Speak With Plants Spell Check: Success
Fonne watched with expectation as Pierce cast his spell. Almost immediately, more vines and tendrils appeared, scaring the fennec fox more. He would do a sigh of relief as they trained themselves towards Pierce, more than likely so this plant monstrosity could hear him.
“What be your name plant beast?” Pierce stared intently at the biggest tendril.
With shivering vibration, the plant would speak back. “I bare no name druid… You may call me what my species is, Kellonia.”
“Well Kellonia, it truly is a pleasure to meet you…”
The plant, Kellonia, seemed to vibrate and purr. “It is always good to see another druid… I apologize for catching you in my trap…”
Pierce started to smile. “Ahh. It is not a problem at all… I was simply travelling with my friend to find my other friends…”
Kellonia tilted its vines to signify a curious look. After a bit, the plant spoke, “Ahh… You and THAT friend were attempting to rendezvous with your rest of your friends…”
Pierce was honestly a bit confused on plant’s wording, but it seemed the point was getting through. “Yes! Hence why I need you to put us down! Time is of the essence!”
Kellonia hesitated and then purred again. “Of course, dear druid… I shall release you…”
Pierce felt the vines holding him relax a bit as they lowered him to the ground. Once close to it, they fully released dropping him down. Pierce smiled victoriously before gesturing to Fonne. “Great! Now put down my friend and all will be swell!”
The tendrils Kellonia used to lower the deer gave him a quizzical movement. “… But how else am I to reimburse you for my inconvenience?”
Pierce’s smile faded. “What do you mean “reimburse me”?”
“… This specimen I caught will be used to reimburse you… After I consume and absorb them…”
“Wait WHAT?!”
Pierce didn’t get a second to react as he heard Fonne scream and disappear with all of Kellonia’s vines.
“HEY! WAIT GET BACK HERE!” Pierce ran in the direction he saw his friend disappear. He sprinted hard, attempting to keep track of the fennec through the foliage.
Meanwhile, Fonne was freaking the fuck out! The tendrils tightly coiled and squeezed him as they pulled him along the tree line. “PIERCE!!” Was all the helpless fennec could scream before a tendril tightly wrapped itself around his open mouth.
Pierce would hear his desperate friend’s cry for help. “DON’T WORRY FONNE! I’LL SAVE YOU!”
Pierce’s Athletics Check (High DC): Fail
The deer druid would find a good jumping point to sprint at. His goal? Catch one of Kellonia’s vines! Then it would have to drop Fonne! It already seemed to deeply respect Druids so a simple command would suffice.
Pierce carried his momentum onto the jumping point and made for the vine that seemed to trail behind the most. Time slowed down as the deer jumped for it…
Fonne watched in awe as Pierce was close to grabbing the tendril… Alas, gravity had other plans. Fonne’s awe turned to horror as he saw his friend plummet back down to the ground. The fennec screamed through his gag as his friend disappeared into the flower bed below…
 
Pierce: Silent Forest East, Kellonian Meadows
	Pierce honestly expected his fall to hurt more than it did. When the deer came to again, he found himself laying in a seeming harmless flowerbed. He practically jumped back to his feet and looked around for his friend.
	Pierce’s Perception Check: Critical Success
	Spotting Fonne wasn’t very hard at all! Pierce felt both relief and worry at what he saw. The poor fennec was bound in tendrils as a plant that looked similar to the other flowers in the meadow but much larger had its petals open in full bloom.
	Upon closer inspection, it could clearly be seen that said “bloom” was really the plant’s maw. Fonne was struggling and pushing against the tendrils to avoid incoming consumption.
	Pierce took a deep breath, turning his Speak with Plants Spell back on. Considering that these plants looked exactly like Kellonia, these all had to be Kellonias!
	Pierce would desperately try to converse with the other kellonia, but most did not respond to him at all! How? Were these not the same!?
	Pierce grew frustrated and angrily ran towards Kellonia. Guess he would have to do his old plan-!
	Pierce’s Reflex Check (Disadvantage): Critical Fail
	Pierce didn’t notice the odd vine he stepped on until one of the kellonias immediately grew in size sprayed a gas at its assailant. Pierce took the full brunt of the blast, his nose and eyes burning as the air assaulted his senses…
	Pierce’s Will Check (Disadvantage + High DC, Leaf Druid Bonus): Critical Fail
	The deer would soon feel time slow down and his body grow heavy. His entire body would feel like it was heating up… He could help but moan as the heat centered itself on his private area… He instinctively went to remove his pelt armor… He didn’t need it… not for these plants…
	Pierce removed all of his armor until his slim equine cock hung free. His eyes gazed down at it hungrily… He moved his hand to the needy organ and began slowly pumping it…

Fonne: Silent Forest East, Kellonian Meadows, Within a Kellonia’s Tendrils
	Fonne struggled in the plant’s grasp. He desperately tried to overpower it or even find a weakness. Nothing came to him at all! Now he was staring down the petals of an obviously carnivorous plant.
	The plant only seemed to pull him closer when he stopped struggling and, admittedly, the poor fennec was running on fumes. After a long day, compounded with needing to run for one’s life already, he was already beaten. Pierce was his only saving grace and he had no idea where his deer friend fell in the meadow.
	Fonne stopped struggling and began to cry… He and the party were so close to victory, only to have this be where the alchemist’s journey ended…
	The plant seemed to sense Fonne’s submission and began to pull him closer to the petals… All of his friends’ faces flashed before his eyes as he was sinking closer to the plant.
	After a point, Fonne felt the tendrils stop. In their wake, the petals of the plant began to close… this really was the end for him… And he surprisingly felt okay with it…
	As the petals reached their full fold, Fonne could feel the tendrils holding him slacken. After a few seconds, he was able to push himself out of them. He smiled a bit at finally managing to beat the plant at something. But none that mattered anymore…
	After dropping their target, the tendrils would quickly retreat from the rapidly closing hole the petals made. Fonne was left alone in his floral prison, his only light source being the faint amount of sunlight that seemed to permeate through the plant’s thick leaves…
	A single tendril from the flower’s pistil would elongate and appear. Fonne stared at it as it remained motionless for a few seconds…
	Fonne’s Reflex Check (Disadvantage): Fail
	The tendril made for the fennec’s mouth. His eyes widened at its blinding speed.
	Fonne was thrown hard against the petal walls at the force of the impact (-4 HP). He gagged as he felt the tendril invade his mouth. He tried to grab the tendril but was met with more tendrils just as fast as the first one.
	The fennec fox had all of his limbs seized and tightly held by the tendrils. All he could do was helplessly try to bite the one in his mouth. At least, that is what he would have done if not for a very pleasant taste beginning to fill his maw.
	The fennec moaned a bit as the aphrodisiac-like substance poured into his mouth. He felt both hot and relaxed. His cock tented within its clothed prison, begging for release.
	As soon as Kellonia found its prey to be situated, the plant wasted no time. Spawning more tentacles, it began the first step of its feeding: Breeding…
	Fonne whimpered a bit as the tendrils coated his clothing and armor. The acidic like substance didn’t seem to hurt him but quickly corroded everything else. In mere seconds, the fennec was left with nothing but his erect canid cock.
He was helpless against the tendrils positioned on his rear. Their intentions were clear to him, and he felt excited at the thought. He would grind on the tendril, inviting it to fuck him immediately.
	The fennec moaned as the tentacle penetrated his ass. Slow and methodical thrusts were not in this plant’s instincts, nor were any care for his limits. First there was one, but Fonne knew there were more back there.
	He didn’t have to wait much longer at all before another tentacle just as big as the first stretched out his rear further. Tears appeared in Fonne’s eyes as the pain and pleasure mixed together. He curled his hands and paws as the plant ravaged his ass. He could feel them dig deeper into his insides, reaching places Fonne could only dream of a cock reaching.
	It all felt soo good to him~ He needed more… His instincts told him to bite down on the tentacle in his mouth and he was rewarded with what he asked for…
	Kellonia felt satisfied that its prey was understanding the messages it was putting in its liquid pollen. The fennec fox would bite down on the pump again, a clear sign that they were begging for more. And more tendrils they would get…
	Fonne’s heart fluttered at more tentacles appearing to breed him… He accepted them fully, allowing another smaller tentacle to enter his mouth and a third one to enter his ass. The final one hovered around his cock, seemingly judging it for a time before encompassing his cock whole…
	Fonne moaned loudly at the stimulation everywhere. He felt so full of the fluid, his ass felt ruined and full, and his cock felt ready to burst~ His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came into the tentacle sucking his cock. Fonne felt so elated and happy at the feeling… The plant really was just trying to help him~ Why was he ever worried?
	Kellonia managed to make its prey eek out another whimper as it drove its own tendrils deep into its prey…
	Fonne could only gasp as he felt something bulbous pass through his insides and deposit itself. The object felt pleasurable and heavy…
	More eggs quickly came from tentacles, every few inserted into the fennec would have him moan. His stomach felt so full but the plant merely continued pumping more into him…
	Fonne felt so heavy as the last egg was pushed into him. Having their fill the tendrils left their abused holes, leaving the poor fennec’s ass a gaping mess. One he was very proud of. With a sigh, the tentacles gently laid him on the ground. Fonne remained still happy, healthy, and full…
	Kellonia once again felt satisfied at its prey’s reaction. They truly were a perfect host to absorb. Now that they were bred with its offspring, the absorption could begin…
	Fonne basked in the warmth of the petals and fullness of his insides. He didn’t mind the thick substance filling the flower now at all. He felt perfectly content…
	As the fluid quickly reached his bloated stomach, he could truly start to feel a tingly feeling in his body. It felt much harder to move, but all that much pleasurable. Fonne felt his cock edge close to a climax from the sheer warmth of everything.
	As the fluid reached his neck, Fonne felt himself cum again. His fluids mixed with the thick fluid, making it begin to smell wholly like his own cum… That only made things hotter for him…
	Fonne’s mind was completely empty as the fluid attempted to cover his face. His defiant instincts drove his face to look upwards at the sunlit petals… They looked so calming and beautiful…
	As the fennec sank beneath the fluid, he felt relief. Some part of him knew this was the end but it also felt like the beginning of something… What ever that new beginning was, it beats being a lowly alchemist…
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	Kellonia would settle back into the ground with its speciesmates. It would obviously take a while for the fennec to be fully absorbed and then reborn but, until then, it felt satisfied at this current outcome…

Pierce: Silent Forest East, Kellonian Meadows
	Pierce moaned as he came for the fourth time in a row! The Kellonian plants were amazing! They seemed to act as both easy access to aphrodisiacs and as ways to keep one’s libido high permanently. He never felt so virile and free in any other forest he had traveled to.
	The only downside to the plant that could think of was that it seemed to dye his fur another color entirely. The once white deer now had a pastel beige for his fur. Additionally, he seemed to be able to feel his… paws?
	Pierce sluggishly looked down at his feet. Where his hooves once were was a pair of paws a bit similar to a certain rabbit’s paws… paws… rabbit… What was he doing again?
	Pierce stopped his lustful masturbating and tried to remember why he was even here. He needed to help someone right? Who was that someone? Or was it something?
	The deer found it hard to remember anything beyond what he was doing here. His mindless masturbating was the only thing that seemed to make sense to him.
	“Ahh~ You’re thinking too hard friend…”
	Pierce was brought out of his thoughts by a strange but familiar voice. Pierce slowly turned around to see a nude purple pastel-colored jackrabbit looking at him.
	Pierce felt like he knew this guy, but no one was able to appear in his head. “W-Who are you?”
	The jackrabbit gave him a polite smile. “You can call be Gith! I’m a Druid like you.”
	Pierce’s eyes slowly lit up. “Ahh~! [Druidic]! It’s so nice to meet you Gith!”
	“Haha! [Druidic]. Same to you!”
	“S-So why are you here?”
	“Heh, that’s a question I should be asking you. Me and my clan tend to these meadows.”
	The deer’s eyes widened. “You tend to these plants?!”
	“Indeed brother, kellonias are some of the best plants in the world. I’m glad you’re taking your time in enjoying them.”
	Pierce nodded his head hungrily. “Ohhh~ I definitely am… However, it feels like I’m missing something…”
	“Oh? What are you missing?”
	“Each time I smell these plants, some part of me screams that I have other things to be doing…”
	Gith laughed. “Hahah~ Buddy, I can assure you that when you’re with these plants, there’s nothing better to do…”
	Pierce felt a bit worried for some reason. “A-Are you sure?”
	Gith placed a hand on the deer. “I’m positive. Kallonia are all about three things: Transformation, Lust, and Relaxation and you sir are getting stuck on one of them…”
	“Oh? Which one?”
	“The transformation part silly!”
	“But what about me needs to be transformed?”
	Gith got close to the deer’s face. A slight mentor-like tone filled his voice. “You’re stuck in your stagnant ways. You have to let yourself loose. Don’t focus on only one thing. Be the jack-of-all…”
	“The jack-of-all?” Pierce’s expression turned skeptical.
	“Heh. Don’t believe me? Take a whiff of the plants again.”
	“B-But~”
	Pierce’s Will Save (Disadvantage): Fail
	Pierce’s hand found it’s way back to his equine cock. It felt so good to be back to doing what made sense to him. He honestly didn’t even know what he was saying. Gith was right, he was thinking too hard.
	The jackrabbit smiled as the partially transformed deer fell back under the kellonia’s influence. Had he left him alone, the transformation would have been completed in a few more ejaculations, but he was too impatient to wait for that. Especially, after watching the deer’s fennec fox friend get absorbed. After watching something hot like that, anyone would want to get in on the action.
	Pierce moaned as he quickened his pace again. At first the shifts felt faint, but now that Gith was here, he felt more aware of his changing body. His normally slim tail rapidly multiplied with fur and stood upright. He felt his hooves completely dissolve into much more flexible and free paws. His long snout shrank more and more. “Hah hah~ I-I’m gonna…”
	“Let it happen bro… Let yourself sink into it…”
	Pierce took his mentor’s words to heart. He fell onto his back and spasmed out another virile load. “HAH HAHHAH~ F-Fuck~!”  He held both of his hand on his needy cock as the geyser of cum gushed out of him.
	The half-deer laid in a wreck, his body looking more rabbit-like than deer now.
	Gith licked the drops of cum that splattered on to him and chuckled. “Heh heh. All spent brother?”
	“Hah hah! NOPE!”
	Gith formed a wicked smile and laid down with the half-deer as well. “You know, this last one is going to require a lot…”
	“MMmmmph~ How much?”
	“Well… When I was getting indoctrinated, my mentor helped me rub mines off.”
	“Ahhh. T-That may not work for me. I don’t do well to others giving me handjobs.”
	“I see… Well, I can always do this!”
	Pierce gasped as the jackrabbit rolled on top of him. Hungrily looking at his cock. “I-I- “
	“You ready?”
	Pierce couldn’t argue with the jackrabbit’s face. It looked so cute and perfect. Everything about him was perfect~ “Y-Yes… Let’s complete this…”
	Gith would press down on a few stray kellonia vines, causing them to spray the two repeatedly. Immediately, the jackrabbit went to work, licking and sucking on the tip of the cum-covered organ.
	Pierce moaned loudly as Gith’s warm tongue both cleaned and tempted his cock further. Pre began to leak out of him, all of which the jackrabbit drank up. Not a drop of it was wasted.
	Gith teased his student just a little bit more, liking over the flare.
	“Hah HAH! P-please!”
	Gith gave his student a smug look. “Please what?”
	“P-Please my mentor! Let me cross over!” 
	Gith chuckled, “Attaboy~”
	“Hahhas gahha~”
	Pierce was in pure bliss as his entire length entered the jackrabbit’s maw. He humped deep into his mentor’s mouth, completely consumed by the warmth of it.
	Pierce hastened his pace, finally earning some form of gagging sound from his mentor. Meanwhile, Pierce’s whole world felt like it was changing, old and new scents merged and expanded, the very way he could perceive the world shifted, he felt as if he was above reality itself!
	Pierce unloaded into Gith’s mouth, sending a torrent of cum into his stomach. The jackrabbit easily took the geyser, gulping down every last drop.
	The gulping sounds would fill the air for a while. Meanwhile, Pierce slowly felt himself fade back into reality. He panted heavily as he spoke, “Hah, hah. Did I? Did it work?”
	His mentor would lay beside him. “Depends, how do you feel?”
	Pierce beathed in deeply, inhaling all of the remaining kallonian pheromones in the air. However, instead of feeling horny for the seventh time, he felt different… “I feel… Relaxed…”
	Gith chuckled. “Attaboy… You’ve passed the test then… Congratulations… You’re now permanently perfection like me~”
	Pierce lazily brought a hand to his face, feeling much softer and rabbit-like features. He could feel his much stronger incisors rest on his bottom teeth. His small sideways ears now stood straight up and took up space on his head with his antlers. And, most of all, his hooves were gone, replaced with a beautiful pair of pastel beige paws…
	“I-I like this form…”
	“Beats being a boring old deer any day huh?”
	The two laughed for a bit before quieting.
	Pierce could feel himself getting tired but still had so many questions to ask. “Soo… Uhh… What happens after this?”
	“Like with any indoctrination, I’m sure you’re about ready to pass out. When you wake up, I can take you to come stay with the clan…”
	Pierce’s eyes lit up. “That sounds amazing!”
	Gith began to smile. “Does it? Is it more amazing than saving your friends?”
	Pierce felt confused. “Uh? What friends?”
	“The friends you travelled here with.”
	Pierce tried to remember. “I-I don’t have any friends… At least, until I met you mentor!”
	Gith’s smile turned devilish. “Hehe heh~ I’m glad you think that way bro… By the by, what’s your name?”
	Pierce blankly looked up at the hazy sky. “Pierce… Though, I don’t feel a connection with it.”
	“Well, that’s not good. A druid always needs a good name and a strong connection to it.”
	“You’re very correct mentor…” Pierce thought long and hard. It took a bit, but a name did form. “Kell…”
	“Kell?” Gith looked at his student quizzically.
	“Yeah… Kell… That’s good.”
	His mentor merely gave him a polite smile. “Alright Kell. It’s an honor to be your mentor…”
	“Thank you…”
	Kell felt everything go blank as his half-lidded eyes began to close… 
	…
	…

	Saffron: Silent Forest South, Den of the Witches
	Saffron watched in horror from the holograph visages as all of his friends were lost, changed, and altered. He couldn’t believe what he just watched. There was no way that those scenarios were real! That’s just impossible!
	“Did you like the show? Hehe~”
	Saffron drew his rapier at the origin of the sound, murderous intent in his eyes. “KALBAZ!! YOU FILTHY WITCH! I’M GONNA KILL WHERE YOU STAND!”
  	The rat witch stepped into the clearing, a victorious smile was planted on his face. “Oho hoho~ I would love to see you try, rabbit…”