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Unlikely Saviour (Maxy x uberdude0)

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Tentacle_Lover

Supernova
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Mar 9, 2009
Drake groaned slightly as he started to wake up, an arm slowly reaching up to rub at his head. He had no idea what was going on. The last thing he remembered he was at home alone, parents gone for the evening, whilst he had been sat on his computer, browsing the internet, admittedly flicking through a few porn sites, the same thing he usually did on a night when he was home alone, nothing special. But then he'd clicked onto one website...a weird link that had come up when he had been searching around the internet for new sites to check out.....normally he didn't click on sites that looked so unusual but....something had just drawn him to this one. And then....then everything had gotten rather hazy. There was a weird noise at first, then a bright light, then his computer screen seemed to go haywire before just shutting off. Next thing he knew was....here, now.

"Ow....my head..." Drake rubbed at his head slightly, then blinked as he felt an odd sensation. Grass? Not just against his face but....against his chest? And his legs? "Huh....?" The boy slowly sat up, then yelped at what he saw. First of all, he found himself completely naked, his scrawny body on display for all the world to see. The second thing he noticed was that he was in the middle of nowhere....surrounded by trees. "Wh-what the...? I...wh-where the hell am I?!"
 
If Drake knew anything about plants he would be able to tell that the plants and the forest were nothing from Earth. They were strange and even stranger were the sounds. Exotic bird noises and even some things that sounded like nothing on Earth. And Drake, unfortunately was laying right in the middle of it with nothing on.

He had chanced into a part of the forests that nothing sentient ever roamed, especially humans, for a very important reason. A bush rustled and before Drake could even react a black flash darted from it, pouncing on him.

Towering of him was something that was half spider half girl. The upper half was a young girl with pale skin, red eyes, and silver hair. She wore a devilish grin on her face. Her hands were black claws and her lower half was that of a spider resembling a black widow.

"Well well, what is this? Fresh meat? A place for my eggs?"
 
Drake looked around slowly at the strange plants, blinking at the odd noises. "This....really doesn't look like anywhere I know....." He swallowed nervously, one hand instinctively going to cover himself up between the legs. His other hand went to give himself a pinch on the arm....pain...so it wasn't just a dream. "Oh man.....I....this is really happening..." Drake sighed, about to stand up when he heard a noise from behind him. He was about to turn around when something darted out and slammed into him, the boy squeaking as he was knocked to the floor. "H-huh?!"

He looked up at the creature, then let out a high pitched scream. Some kind of....spider monster?! Why a spider...he hated spiders...he was terrified of spiders! "P-please....please don't hurt me!"
 
"I thought humans didn't come here any more," she squealed, smiling and revealing fangs. "I thought they had become smart. Too smart for us. But looks like there are still some dumb ones...Poor dumb human. We'll have some fun. Yes, yes. Then my eggs will have a nice, warm squishy body. I'll take good care of you, until they hatch. Then they'll have a nice warm meal."

Her abdomen arched under and forward, spraying her webbing over his chest, she picked him up in her legs, turning him over as she began to bind his arms to his side. She sang to herself as she did this, explaining in grotesque detail how she was going to shove her ovipositor down his throat and lay her eggs.
 
"I...I...wh-what? I...I don't understand. P-please I don't know how I got here. I don't belong here! Please! Please just let me go!" Drake whimpered, then yelped as his chest was suddenly covered in sticky webbing, arms then bound to his side, his scrawny body wriggling about in a pathetic attempt to get free. As she explained what she was going to do to him, Drake just whimpered, glancing up at her, then away again. "N-no please....please I'm begging you don't do this....I...I'm sorry, I wont bother you ever again I swear!" He looked up at her pleadingly, longingly, begging her not to do anything to him.
 
"Bother me?" the spider asked, pausing before laughing maniacally and finishing up the webbing. "You're doing me such a big favour. Spiderlings grow faster and bigger inside a good warm human. Deer are not so good...nope."

She dropped him, a string of webbing still attached to her prize and her spinnerets. She began to crawl away, climbing up a tree and pulling him along with her. She didn't make it very far, as a flash of grey tackled her, knocking her from the tree and causing a helpless Drake to go flying into the bushes.
 
"I...b-but...I...j-just don't kill me please! I....I'll do what you want if you just let me live and go!" Drake whimpered, then yelped as he was suddenly hoisted up, dragged along the ground before slowly being moved up a tree, surely towards his certain doom. "Oh god....oh god please no....I don't want to die...." Drake was about to close his eyes tightly, before he suddenly saw a blur, something hitting the spider woman...who promptly vanished from him. The boy just blinked for a moment, before he realised what this meant...about the same time he started to fall. "GAH!" The boy wriggled within the webbing as he plummeted, hitting the bushes with a loud thud, followed by a loud exclamation. "Ow! This is definately not a dream!"
 
The spider let out a loud hiss and faced what had tackled her. It was a massive wolf, covered in grey fur. A metal pauldron was on one shoulder. The creature was the size of a small horse. It growled and charged, dodging the spider's angry claws and poisonous fangs.

Meanwhile poor Drake was in more hot water. Something wrapped thick, plant-like tentacles around him. They were covered in a thick, sweet-smelling slime that clung to his hair and skin. The creature it belong to was a huge plant bud half submerged in a shallow pool of water.

It lifted Drake off the ground and spread his legs, rubbing slimy tendrils against his inner thigh.
 
Drake saw blurs of black and grey through gaps in the bushes, the occasional flash of light, looking like a reflection of some kind from metal, but it was impossible for him to tell what was going on. Soon though, his attention was distracted elsewhere. "H-huh?" Drake felt something...slimy...moving up against him, starting to wrap around parts of his body, whilst the spider webbing kept his arms firmly strapped to his sides. "H-huh? I...h-hey!" The boy looked around quickly, then squeaked as he spotted the odd tentacles or vines, following them back to some kind of strange looking plant in a pond of water.

"O-oh god! H-hey!" He squeaked as he was lifted up, then shuddered as one of the tendrils rubbed at the inside of his legs. "H-hey! Wh-what are you doing?" His legs kicked at the tendril. "St-stop that!"
 
The plant possessed no ears, so of course it did not listen. It was a very sinister plant. It wanted nothing more than to plant it's seeds inside a host. It was far less invasive than the spider, but still nothing a person wanted to go home with and explain to people. Being impregnated by a horny plant is probably one of the more embarrassing things now.

Unfortunately for Drake nothing saved him this time and a slimy tentacle slipped into his ass after a bit of probing to find the entrance. It was a cold, disgusting appendage and no doubt Drake was probably a virgin so this was a terrible way to experience anal.
 
Drake wriggled and squirmed as the tentacle continued to rub up against his leg, then gasped as it started to prod against his ass. "N-no way....no way! You can't be serious! Stay out of there! Stay ou-" Drake cut off when the tentacle suddenly forced its way into his virgin ass, his tight ass being spread open as the thick, slimy appendage worked it's way deeper into his body, his ass squeezing at it tightly.
 
The plant took advantage of the fact that Drake's mouth was probably open from screaming and stuffed another tentacle down his throat. It was a rough, terrible experience for the poor young man. The plant decided to make it worse as it forced a second tentacle into his ass.

The only saving grace was that the tentacles were relatively thin, each one not much thicker than Drake's little finger. And it was short, as the thing that had attacked the spider, now attacked the plant, which released Drake in a spray of green goop.
 
Drake let out a muffled cry of surprise when a tentacle suddenly not only went into his mouth, but straight past his gag reflex and into his throat. Further down his body, the second tentacle going into his ass, stretching him even further, was starting to prod up against his prostate, sending shivers through his body. A small bulge was forming beneath the webbing surrounding his body, Drake's small erection growing to full size before he was suddenly dropped to the ground once again, the boy coughing and spluttering for air, shivering at the odd sensation of some kind of thick fluid pumping into his ass just as the plant dropped him. "N-ngh...." He coughed again, taking a deep gasp of air as he slowly looked up. "Wh-what....?"
 
The plant seemed to be deflated in a spray of viscous green slime, retreating into the shallow pool and away from the onslaught of the wolf that now approached Drake, spitting out a tentacle he bit off and ripping a bundle of webbing off of his paw.

"I don't understand why every saviour we send for ends up here," he grumbled. "By they time I can reach them they've been violated thirty-six different ways and hardly no use for saving anyone. Good thing I decided to camp nearby this time."

He regarded Drake with amber eyes, one had a nasty scar over one eye, rendering it a lighter colour than the other but it looked like he could still see out of it.

"How are you? Didn't swallow too much of the plant's nectar did you? Did the spider bite you?" He bent down, ripping the webbing off. "I've got a change of clothes for you I think will fit. Hurry up now. If your arse doesn't act too terribly I could stand to get out of here. You'll get used to everything wanting a piece of you."
 
Drake coughed slightly as he lay on the ground, ass raised slightly in the air with green plant slime oozing out of it slowly. He heard someone approaching from behind, closing his eyes tightly. "Don't hurt me please!" He wiggled to try and get away, then blinked as the webbing was ripped off of him, the wolf then actually....speaking? "H-huh?" Drake slowly turned to face the large wolf-man, his small erection still sticking out from infront of him. "I....um....I....I don't know....I...I swallowed some and....there's more in my...." He rubbed his ass slightly as he started to get up, legs shaking. "C-clothes sound good....I....wh-where am I? How did I get here....?"
 
The wolf raised up onto his hind legs. The pauldron was attached by a leather strap that ran across his chest. It was the only article of "clothing" he wore. His front paws were like hands but he clearly favoured all-fours.

"You're on Celeste," he replied absently, sniffing the air and then retrieving a bundle from under a bush. The contents contained a loincloth, a wool shirt and trousers. "How you got here isn't important, how you get back depends on how you fare. If you survive I'm certain when can send you home when the quest is finished."

He dropped back to all fours and began to walk off. He paused, glancing over his shoulder and sighed. "You'll tingle for a while and crave pickles. The worse is the smell. Anything with a cock will be wanting a piece of your arse until the pheromones wear off."
 
Drake whimpered as the wolf raised to stand on all fours, afraid for a moment that the large creature was about to attack, but then it simply replied to his questions, pulling out a bundle containing some clothes and handing them over. Drake quickly took them, pulling on the shirt and trousers, though he had no idea how to put on a loincloth, so simply tucked it back into the bag before starting to follow the large male. "I....crave pickles...?" He blinked in confusion, then blushed at the next statement. "I...wh-what? Y-you mean because of that plant....I um....I...." Drake rubbed his head. "Oh god....s-so.....but you're uh...you're immune or something....? So....you're....not gonna hurt me? You uh...you're....going to protect me right?"
 
The wolf chuckled. It was a low, deep sound that could have been mistaken for a growl had he not been smiling. The corners of his eyes wrinkled with mirth. It showed his age, he was probably in his late forties.

"Immune, no. But I have my mind, I can resist." He tapped his temple with his claw. "Something about people from your world drives the inhabitants here crazy. Doesn't matter if you're male or female, it's all the same. Gender rules here, I imagine, are quite different from your home world. It's all about dominance. So you better toughen up if you don't want to end up every creepy crawling creature's bitch."

His ears twitched. "Something big is coming. Come now. You might not survive an encounter with this thing."

Whether or not Drake was ready the wolf took off, darting into the bushes.
 
"I....my world? I...you talk like I'm on another planet or something. Just...just what is this place? Why am I here...?" Drake shook his head, then whimpered. He was a scrawny, weak, wimp. He couldn't dominate a puppy, let alone some kind of monster like that insane spider lady from before. "I uh....but I don't know how to fight or defend myself...." The boy hit his lip, then blinked as the Wolf gave him a warning. "Huh? Big?" He blinked, then squeaked as the wolf took off. "H-hey! Hey wait!" Drake took off after him, but clearly athletics wasn't his strong point. Even in open terrain he couldn't run very fast, and moving through trees and bushes he was even slower.
 
Whatever the wolf had heard was now making enough noise that Drake could hear as well. It sounded like thunder and it crashed through the thick foliage like it was nothing. Even the wolf had to hack at some stubborn branches to get through.

"You might want to hang onto me," it growled, clawing at some thick bushes. "I think a troll might have been attracted by all the noise you were making. The only thing slowing it down is probably because its tripping over its dick."

It was hard to tell if the wolf was joking or not, it probably wasn't. He broke through the leaves, pulling Drake after him onto a dirt path.
 
Drake whimpered at the noise, though when the wolf mentioned it was being drawn by noise he quickly bit his lip to try and be as quiet as possible. He nodded and quickly went to grab onto the wolf, stretching his small arms as best he could around the large wolf's chest, though his arms weren't long enough to reach right the way around, his grip mainly on the wolf's fur instead. "T-tripping over...? Y-you can't be serious" Drake shuddered as a mental image of a giant troll with a penis several feet long when limp flashed in his mind. He certainly did not want to meet such a creature.
 
The wolf didn't stop on the dirt path and instead sprinted down the road, with Drake clinging tenuously to his fur.

"A bit of advice," he panted. "I am always serious."

He continued at this pace for what seemed like ages until the thick forest growth was replaced by sparser trees and tall grass. He slowed down, breathing heavily before coming to a complete stop. He sat back, resting an arm on his knee.

"I've put enough distance us and those cursed woods to give us time to get our bearings. Who to see first...the enchantress or that warlord..."
 
"Gah!" Drake almost lost his grip as the wolf suddenly took off, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, his legs flailing in the air behind him, some of the sticky plant cum running down his legs and flicking off and splattering across the trees, until finally they eemed to leave the forest, emerging into a field of tall grass. When the wolf finally stopped, Drake continued to cling on for a few moments, his hands refusing the mental command to let go at first, though when they finally did Drake fell backover onto his backside, wincing as it was still slightly sore after the plant had its way with it. "I....r-right....I....well...."

Drake rubbed his head at the question of who to see first. "I um....maybe first...you can tell me how and why I'm here. You....said something about a saviour? Another world?" Now that they were out of danger, Drake was able to think a little more clearly at least. "And...." His stomach rumbled. "....I don't suppose you have any food?"
 
The wolf stared down the road and sighed. He reached into a saddlebag hooked to his side and pulled out a piece of flat bread and a length of cold sausage.

"More than likely an explanation would just confuse you further," he grumbled. "You should wait for the High Priestess to explain it to you. But if you insist." He glanced over his shoulder at Drake.

"This realm, our world, each country is in a rivalry with the other to produce the one who will save us. A higher power has enslaved us all to it's will. It punishes us, curses us and we are forced into a game with it. Each year the high priest or priestess of each country must summon a being from another realm to be chosen by the higher power. We, do not know what happens to the saviour that is chosen from amongst the ranks. But the country whose champion is chosen is essentially reset if the higher power is pleased. The other countries must live with their...condition.

"Our country has failed to produce a viable saviour for the last century. Last year our priestess summoned a being and...she arrived...broken. I attempted to enter into the contest for the higher power but it somehow knew I was from this realm and I was...cursed." He stared at his paw. "I can't return to my wife or my family."
 
The wolf was right, the explanation did confuse Drake moreso than he already was, and he honestly hadn't thought that to be possible right now. "I....I see....." Drake felt kind of sorry for the wolfman now. He had tried to fight for his home and been cursed for his trouble. Still....Drake also realised one other thing from the story. Whoever was responsible for summing 'saviours' for this country was terrible at it. They hadn't summoned someone succesful in a century, and now they had Drake? What hope did they have?

"O-ok....well....I...I guess I'll do what I can to help...I just....let's go and see this....sorceress or war lord you mentioned....they'll.....help us right?"
 
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