Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2013 04:46:45 +0000 From: Liam Dandelions Subject: Tales From The Enchanted Forest - Part 4 The boy was newly fifteen that summer and the sun had already begun to bleach the ends of his moppy brown hair. He was wiry, a good swimmer who could hold his breath longer than anyone and was tall for his age and getting longer by the day. He'd run away on the two-year-old white colt because his uncle said he'd have to sell the animal, and that's how boy and stallion found themselves to be in the Forest, lost, and most certainly not alone. The boy had ridden most of the day when he came upon the wall of trees that marked the boundary to that supernatural realm. Most travelers were turned away by the Forest – some magical barrier that repelled entry, but the boy needed to hide and when he made to ride in, the Forest accepted him. He'd gone maybe an hour deep into the woods – it seemed a normal enough forest to the boy, he couldn't fathom the why of people's whispers and weird tales about the place. It didn't seem enchanted at all.The colt maybe smelled water, the boy didn't know, but presently he found himself at the edge of a green pond that appeared half-covered in emerald bright algae. The boy had dismounted and left the pony to munch on some mossy undergrowth. The boy was warm and while the sweat of the day's ride had dried under the cool canopy of the forest roof, he still felt like a swim in this pond would be just the thing. He wasn't a modest lad and anyway believed himself and the pony to be alone and soon he'd stripped out of his clothes and was wading into the water. It was cool, but not bracing, and the mats of algae at the surface were like stepping into melting butter after baking in the sun all day. He looked back to where he'd left the horse, and the animal was swishing its tail and snorting contently and padding among different plants while snacking laconically. The boy was fine in the water, a champion swimmer among boys near his farmstead, and he paddled and dove and did handstands in the shallows til he was nearly wore out. After a spell, he flipped on his back and just floated there awhile, the blood-warm colonies of algae soon crowding him, almost forming a neat, boy-shaped border. The boy absently studied the bright green plants; they looked different than the normal pond scum – these were thicker, and so soft as to be nearly exquisite, with huge bubbles embedded throughout that refused to pop when the boy poked at them. Most of the bubbles appeared empty, but a few had traces of cloudy fluid in them. While the boy's mind was intrigued with the bubbles, he scarcely noticed that the colonies in the pond had all now come to surround him, and were flowing up beneath him, buoying him.The teenager had been probing a finger into a spot near his thigh when the algae clung fast to his fingertip. It had clung to his whole back too; the boy rolled a little in the water and found the algae affixed like glue to his thighs, spine and shoulders, even twined into the hair on the back of his head. A hump of the warm stuff formed around his ankles. He squeaked in surprise as the plant now seized his arms, encircled his fingers, coiled over his wrists. The boy tried to thrash his arms and couldn't, meant to kick his legs and found them restrained in the sticky plant mass too. The boy struggled for a time but couldn't break free, tried to roll over and cross his arms and even bicycle his legs and couldn't do these things either. He settled and tried to reason what was to happen. His relaxing signaled something to the algae and soon glops of it were sliding and on the move again. The boy gaped as handfuls of it came togther between his thighs and glided warm and slimy over the pouch of his balls and secured itself over the entirety of what he called his boy parts. A sleeve opened inside and while the teen floated absolutely still, engulfed his penis in its tepid fold and closed. A newly made bubble inflated over the tip. The boy hadn't really willed it to do so, but all the slimy attention directed at the organ had ensured that it had stiffened and swelled inside its floral cage. He experimentally bucked his hips, thrusting his pelvis and erection deeper into the moist sheath. The plant responded by constricting and twisting around the shaft – this had a pleasurable affect on the boy and he thrust a second time. Again the algae coiled and twirled. His penis flexed powerfully, first on its own, then again when the boy registered the sensation it created. The plant proceeded to stimulate the boy diligently now – swirling and sucking and lapping over the length of his five and a half inch shaft. The boy inhaled gasping huffs of air when the sleeve would tighten and writhe over the penis cap. He began thrusting in earnest now, his stomach clenching and hollowing with each breath. A sensation built in the boy, like he was going to pop, and he arrested his motions and froze – the algae creature interrupted its arousal for a beat then pulsed and twisted frantically.The boy let all his air out in one puff – two small strings of white cream burst from the tip of his penis and looped around the curve of the bubble, the boy thrust as a very thick strand squirted away and almost filled the bladder; he swung his hips back with the remaining drizzle of cum. The boy lay in the warm embrace of the algae thing and gulped air while his penis twitched inside the suspended sleeve. He felt the plant compress over his captured organ, squeezing along the length of it, pushing out dribs. The boy lazed, tipping his head back and closing his eyes while he waited for the strange organism to be finished with him. By the time his penis had gone completely soft, the boy was dozing. He awoke in time to the algae releasing his limbs and sliding away from his privates. He languidly paddled back to shore, waded to the edge and squatted on his haunches while he surveyed the Forest and the pond in wonderment. He rose and padded over to where he'd draped his clothes over a spiky leaved bush. They were barely more than tatters now, appearing at once moth-eaten and melted, but with no sign of deliberate mischief. Bits of fabric clung to the moistened leaves of the shrub as he peeled them away. His tunic was useless, a sticky mess which he flung to the ground. His pants were little better, but by selectively tearing their remains into strips, he fashioned a crude loincloth. He shoes, made of buckskin, were pitted with tiny holes but usable. He cursed his ruined outfit but dressed anyway and listened as warm breezes washed through the branches around him. He heard the throaty grumble of his pony close by, but the horse sounds were also of exertion and he came upon the beast surrounded by an astonishing looking bit of greenery; gigantic and pitcher-shaped, it perched beneath the horse's belly and had clearly attached itself to the stallion. The boy approached to get a closer look. The stallion eyed him and jerked his hind quarters and whinnied softly. The plant, which anchored itself to the soil with thick roots, had also twined around the horse's legs to keep him from escaping. They also kept the horse from stamping, but the pony did not even appear to be resisting at this point. Most of the plant was comprised of a long flute-like appendage with a wide florid stained mouth shaped like a cup. The lips of the opening curled back on themselves and were presently nestled firmly beneath stallion's abdomen, almost to the penile sheath. Swallowed inside the pitcher plant's mouth, the young horse's very erect penis throbbed and bounced. The boy gaped; he tentatively reached his hand out and placed it gently to the horse's belly and patted him as he would to settle him. The horse snorted, but the sound was one of delectation. He trailed his fingers cautiously down and brushed them against the great sheathed capsule covering the horse's penis; the plant responded by constricting over its prize and inching further up til its lip obscured the opening of the colt's sheath. The pony's massive ballsac, darker than any part of the steed, looked smooth and heavy to the boy, who had never really studied that part of his beautiful horse before. As though guardedly approaching a hot stove, the boy gingerly traced his fingertips over the circumference of the nearly hairless balls, then palmed one half as though weighing it . They felt as supple as he imagined, and wildly substantial. The horse shifted and let out a snort and the boy snatched back his hand. The throat of the plant was sealed so cleanly over the stallion's penis and conformed so tightly that every detail of the organ transferred precisely to the surface the membrane. The boy was able to make out generous details of the stallion erection – from thick veins along the shaft to the flattened spongy head. Along the entire base of the penis, the urethral duct bulged. The colt would swish his tail or nicker and the boy swore he could see the duct swell, followed by motion inside the plant. The stallion suddenly chuffed and his tail flagged; the boy clearly saw prodigious surges of fluid move through the penis length, the head was massively flared; the organ jumped and his balls jerked. The boy knew then that the stallion was squirting milk into the plant just as he had done with the algae creature.The pitcher plant released the horse when it was clear the animal had finished ejaculating; the stallion's penis flopped out, swung between his legs and began retracting into its sheath. The roots manacling the horse's legs unwound and the plant seemed to dig itself into the loamy soil of the Forest until the only visible part was the puckered opening of the mouth and tendril-like stalks that undulated very softly in the air above. The horse shook his withers and snorted when all was done to signal he felt perfectly at ease with what had commenced and soon went back to nibbling ferns and mosses at his feet. In fact, the place seemed as good as any to make camp and the boy soon had a small fire going in a pit and his provisions laid out for dinner. There was a fresh water stream burbling into the pond and some fish too, the boy recalled, so food and water wouldn't be a problem. The boy thought back to what had occurred at the pond, and of course what had transpired with his pony and no longer questioned the magical nature of the Forest. Night fell, the teenager and his stallion pony were fed and the boy soon found himself yawning. Small animals skittered among the trees as the boy bedded down on mounds of soft mosses and drifted into sleep. He lay out in the summery air upon the open ground with no other covering but his handstrung loincloth like a savage. He woke briefly because he must've felt hot and scarcely bothering to open his eyes, took those off too. The boy slept deeply, and in the nature of all adolescent males, his penis soon swelled and straightened across his lower belly and hardened. By that time, other elements of the Forest had already discovered him.