Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2013 04:46:45 +0000
From: Liam Dandelions <liamrunner1994@hotmail.com>
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.