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It was a pretty common and accepted fact that satyr loved plants. Grover was no exception. When he wasn't out on some quest or munching on tin cans, he was frolicking in the wilds. Which, of course, meant that he was trying to score with a nature spirit, usually unsuccessfully. At least he wasn't alone in this fact, given he walked by another satyr whose horns were stuck in the trunk of a tree that had been a beautiful spirit moments before. It was all part of the game. Nymphs would flirt, satyr would give chase, and then there would be a tree suddenly where a gorgeous green figure had been moments before.
Things had gotten oddly quiet as he kept walking along. Normally the forest on the edge of camp was bustling with activity but he hadn't spotted anyone after that last poor satyr who struggled to get loose and that had been about five... ten minutes ago? He wasn't sure. It seemed like he had just passed that guy, but then it also felt like that had been close to an hour of walking ago. He jerked his head back and he saw nothing familiar at all.
Even as a tracker who knew this forest like the back of his hand, it always surprised him. The trees literally moved, of course, but there were always strange things that happened here. New things to discover popped up all the time. Though he couldn't help but feel a small sense of dread as he trotted into unknown territory. His hooves crunched some extra dry leaves, the sort that usually fell during fall, even though it was the middle of summer. As he surveyed this clearing, it did seem as if he'd jumped out of the present and into every single time zone at once. Some of the trees were dead and barren with frost that coated their bark, others were golden and half bald, and others still had the freshest buds of spring on their branches. All the seasons seemed to exist here at once, and even the temperature seemed to fluctuate every few steps. A chill ran through him and he was thankful for the thick fur on his legs, then he suddenly wished he was more human-like as it became extremely hot and muggy after another few steps. The weather really couldn't make up its mind here.
Yeah, this was definitely new.
He didn't smell anything familiar. No nymphs, no half-bloods, no monsters (fortunately), no gods... It eliminated all theories he had about this place except for it somehow being 'outside of time' which sounded stupid, but not as dumb as his mental image of Persephone dancing on the border of the Underworld to jump in and out every few seconds. It was deeply unnerving and he found himself drawn towards the plants in full bloom as they seemed to be the most comfort he had at the moment.
Which didn't last long. As he approached one of the trees that sprouted flowers, they quickly formed into apples before they rotted before his eyes and almost fell on his head as they all collapsed from the tree, as it shifted from spring to winter in about sixty seconds. He frowned a bit, and looked around. Already any signs of decomposing apples were gone, as if that whole process had been fast forwarded as well. Though he spotted something strange. Out of the ground there were some bright green roots that had erupted where every apple fell, before they sudden dove back into the dirt and pulled away.
"What the...?" Grover muttered out as he saw the earth shift about, betraying that he was apparently standing on a ton of these roots that rapidly pulled back in to deeper in the forest. Against his better judgment, he followed them. He'd never seen anything like it, and even if he was scared for himself, he was more afraid what this could mean for the forest. Or even the camp. Or who knows how far it could spread. It definitely changed his theory on things, though.
As he followed the shifts in the ground, like a march of overeager worms, he began to pick up a new scent. Something that smelled like a nymph crossed with the slightest hints of monster. It wasn't completely either way, though, and had some of its own earthy undertones. The best he could figure was that if monsters were like fauna, this was the equivalent for flora.
After he followed the roots for several hundred feet, he crossed between two dead trees into a clearing covered with golden leaves. In the center was a massive oak tree with a trunk thicker than a giant and its branches in various states of growth all at once. On the center of its trunk rested a large, red flower. Its petals were open and shaded the color of blood, where it dripped a constant clear nectar, and the roots all led back to it, where they'd seemingly infested the massive tree and reached out further to the rest of the forest. As one of the other trees in the clearing were forced to go through all four seasons in a minute and the fallen fruit was absorbed, Grover could see one of the flower's roots literally bulge out as it brought all of that into the flower before the petals flexed and then belched out a cloud of pink dust followed by a small rumble in the ground as the roots seemingly spread further.
"It looks like some kind of parasite..." Grover spoke aloud as he slowly moved through the clearing. Any hope of stealth was completely gone when you applied hooves to dry, crumbly leaves, but he wasn't sure if the "flower" would ever sense that he was there anyways. After all it was just a flower, right? Even if he knew many trees that got up and walked around, Grover couldn't help but apply a degree of non-sentience to this thing when he inspected it, even up close. He got that dark scent more clearly now, as if there was something monstrous about this thing. Like some fell beast had planted it to do their dirty work, though he'd never heard of anything like this at all.
"Still no clue what this is, but it's definitely killing these woods. Over and over again. I gotta do something about it..." Grover craned his neck to look over the flower. Then squatted down to look at it from below. The base of the bulb immediately sprouted several of the thick vine-like roots that burrowed into the tree it was on. It seemed like an obvious weak point.
Grover jumped back and glanced around the clearing before he spotted a rather large fallen branch. He stepped over to grab it and shook it free of the dead leaves on it, and flipped it around so that a rather sharp end where it had splintered off a tree pointed down. He nodded to himself as he figured this would work. He brought it back to the parasitic plant and stabbed it straight down against those roots, hoping that they were easy to tear apart. But he hit resistance. They were thick and tough, seemingly as hard as wood themselves, which made his stick bounce right off. He then shoved it in more slowly, braced a hoof against the trunk of the tree, and began to yank the stick down at an angle to try and pry the flower away from its base. It left him face-to-face with the plant, its sickly and bloody color made him sneer at it.
"Come off, you blasted thing," he growled the words out as he exerted as much effort as he could muster. This thing was tough, and he started to worry his branch would be the first thing to give way. And then he heard a snap. Not of his tool, but of one of the roots as it popped off and flung back against the trunk of the tree as its flower was forcefully pulled away. He swore he heard a dryad give a cheer in the distance behind him as a tree lost its parasitic infection.
And then things went red.
"Aaa... Aaa.... AAAAAA!" It was very much unlike satyrs to be allergic to nature being they were a part of it. He'd heard of one who had to chug allergy pills to be with his dryad partner, but it was rare. So Grover was completely taken by surprise as he was blown backwards by a massive sneeze. "AACHOOOOOOO!"
Grover dropped his branch, which clattered off to the side, and landed on his furry rear in a pile of desiccated leaves. His eyes watered and a red haze lingered around his head. He managed to see again, and all around the flower a massive cloud of red had formed. It seemed to have defended itself with a burst of pollen, which had completely flooded Grover's senses with how close he was to it. He quickly rubbed at his eyes, but the red didn't fully leave his vision. His nostrils flared as he prepared for another sneeze, but it didn't quite come. Instead he just pulled more of that lingering pollen into his airways.
And then he forgot all about the strange parasite.
After that initial burn faded and his nose was no longer one hundred percent full of pollen, he managed to actually get a sniff in. It was sweet. Sickeningly so. It initially gave him the mental image of candy ran through a fondue and with maple syrup dumped on it, and then only got sweeter by the moment. Grover drooled. It seemed so delicious, and he swore he'd now tasted the most delicious dessert he'd ever imagined, even if the only thing to touch his tongue was more crimson pollen.
It slowly shifted in his mind. It wasn't just a flavor. It was a desire, a raw need. A different sort of hungry. It happened fast, and suddenly Grover felt his cock leap to full attention, which made his jeans strain audibly. Those wondrous mental images of dessert were gone now, and all he could think of was a more carnal need. He needed to fuck. To breed.
Grover yanked his jeans off. They were far too tight, and he needed his dick out. Goat legs squirmed and kicked to get him free from the denim prison, as he then grabbed at his musky, well-worn pouch and started to stroke without another thought. He couldn't wait. He had to do it now. He had never felt so turned out. His face was red, his breaths were shallow, and his mind didn't have a single rational thought left in it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" Fortunately the goat's jock strap had been custom made for someone of his endowment, so it withstood even his frantic jerking. "Gotta mate... Gotta fuck... Gotta seed... EVERYTHING...!"
It didn't take long for him to start spraying with such an intensity that he may as well have been naked given how it just shot straight through the cloth of his jock pouch. His back arched upwards and his legs bent backwards to give him an excellent angle to fire cum straight over his head and into the clearing, though plenty of it still sprayed all over his face from above.
It wasn't enough. There was no relief. In fact, that orgasm made him feel even more needy. He'd felt like it had been months without having shot a load before now, and now it felt like years. That blush on his cheeks got more intense and his camp shirt was soaked with sweat and spunk. His dick throbbed painfully and his balls hung heavy and low.
Grover managed to shove his jockstrap down, while he continued to mumble about how much he had to breed. And he did it while he kept a hand inside, on his shaft. Eventually his humongous endowment sprung free into the open air, the long and thick tool with a flared head and heavy, super low-hanging nuts. A perk of being a satyr, usually. But for now, it had him trapped in a trance where he had to shoot, shoot, and shoot some more.
Grover huffed as he remained there on the forest floor, dick raised high up above himself as he went back to a two-handed stroke. He came again, and a third time, and a fourth, and he still didn't feel any need for rest. Quite the opposite. He only felt more turned on than ever. There was a desire that wasn't being sated by masturbation.
Grover flopped down onto his back again. His arms were tired, even if they never stopped rubbing over his loins. He looked down at himself, which was when he spotted red again. That flower. The way it leaked a clear fluid, the way those petals curled up around a center point, the way its pollen had driven him to such an uncontrollable lust... It lured the satyr in.
Grover got to his hooves shakily. He never stopped pumping his length, even as he stepped back over to the plant gently. His heart was pounding and drool dribbled from his mouth.
"Gotta breed... Breed, breed, breed, BREED!"
And with that, Grover's huge horse cock slammed into the huge parasitic flower. And it was the best sensation he'd ever felt in his life.
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"Man, it's been too long. No one else here can keep up with me," Percy beamed as he slumped down onto a bench on the side of the training grounds. His orange shirt was soaked with sweat and his loose shorts didn't do much to hide a rather hefty lump between them as he unconsciously spread his legs. Riptide shrunk back down into a pen, which he pocketed. "You should really stick around a bit more."
Nico blushed as he looked down. It gave him the best eyeful of Percy's bulge. He'd caught the young demigod naked more than once and seen that Poseidon really was the deity of horses, so he knew what was inside of there. He shifted a bit, before he forced himself to sit down next to Percy, as an excuse to stop staring. He stabbed his own blade into the ground next to them to stand it up, and folded his hands in his own lap to hide any budding excitement that came with the adrenaline of a training session.
"You know I'm busy..."
"I think we all are. Which is why it's always great when we get times like this," Percy smiled as he nudged Nico, who blushed even deeper and looked away.
They sat there for a few more moments as they caught their breath. Percy gazed up to the stars he could see between the trees, while Nico seemed to count blades of grass to not risk anymore awkward gazes. He cursed himself that he couldn't bring certain things up, even if this would have been a great time, and wondered just what Percy was thinking about.
Meanwhile, Percy seemed pretty dead to the world, glad that he could clear his head and not have to worry for once. His breathing was slow, steady, and calming. Completely empty-headed.
Which was bad news for someone with an empathy link to a certain satyr that had gotten lost in the woods he called home.
"Uh... Nico..." Percy's words were filled with confusion for a moment. His face grew red. His breathing and heart rate accelerated. And there was a pressing need down below.
The two slowly turned their heads to look at each other again, and Nico quirked his head to the side curiously at Percy's intense expression. It was night and day compared to how calm he'd looked a minute ago, and it somehow seemed even more fierce than in the middle of their swordplay. It was raw desire.
"Percy...?" It was all Nico could say before his back hit the earth below.
"Breed... Gotta breed..." Percy parroted the raw emotions fed into him from the empathy link. They were stronger than anything he'd ever felt through that magical bond, even when Grover had feared for his life. It came in loud and clear, as if he'd gotten a direct face full of that cursed pollen himself.
Percy moved faster than Nico had seen on the battlefield. Shorts were gone, Poseidon branded briefs hung around an ankle, and Nico's own jeans were pulled down to his boots, which were shoved up to either side of his face. His own black and green briefs were barely pulled down enough to expose his ass before he felt that massive, flared horse cock up against his backside.
"Wait, Percy...! That's... Fuuuuuuck!" Nico couldn't fight it, even if he wanted to. It was true that he'd wanted Percy, but something had definitely come down over his friend. It left him momentarily confused of who took advantage of who in this situation, but he didn't get to dwell on it as his pucker was forced to stretch wide around the fat tip of Percy's cock.
It felt better than any of his toys, and Percy wasn't going to take it easy with him. Percy rutted him like an animal, a rabid desire to breed that he couldn't control. (Fortunately, Nico had experience with animals like this.)
Percy kept his friend pinned down to the earth there, as he pumped his hips up against Nico's ass time and time again, letting out breathy grunts and muttered ramblings about breeding and fucking. He wasn't himself for sure, he was a pure breeding machine, who had a massive horse cock that was churning up Nico's insides without pause. Even when Percy began to cum for the first time, and his heated, sticky cum flooded Nico's entire back entrance, he didn't stop.
"Breed! Breed! Breed!" Percy cried out the lust-stricken mantra as he fucked Nico passionately. Nico's arms went up to wrap around Percy's neck for support as he felt that heated cum fill his body. The raw virility was intense, and Nico could actually feel as his insides were ravaged by billions of potent sperm. And then they struck home. "BREED!"
And sure enough, Nico knew it had come true. He wasn't sure the mechanics totally, but he felt Percy's sperm strike home and violently slam into an egg nestled deep inside of him. The swimmer speared into him and his eyes shot wide open at the sheer pleasure as life took root inside of his body.
Of course, Percy didn't stop there. That horse cock popped out to slam right back into Nico without a single beat missed due to that orgasm. And he went for hours, and hours, breeding Nico on the training grounds without a care for the consequences.
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Grover stumbled away from the parasitic plant. The leaves had faded, his cum dribbled down the roots, and he'd somehow fucked it to oblivion. He wasn't sure how long it had been. Hours? Days? More? He was tired, his dick was sore, his balls ached, but he'd somehow won. He'd endured until the toxic pollen had passed through his system and the plant itself had been drowned in his seed. It hung from the tree, limp, with long tendrils that hung out of the flower itself, soaked with seed.
He wasn't sure how he'd done it. Somehow he'd gotten even hornier moments after fucking the plant, and then again a few moments later. A feedback loop with his empathy link.
"Oh, shoot. Percy!" Grover realized and looked around the clearing. He yanked his jock up and only bothered to toss his jeans over his shoulder before he took off running to go find his friend and make sure that he wasn't in too sticky of a situation due to the trap Grover had fallen into it.
And because he was so quick to stuff his junk away, Grover hadn't noticed that his balls were heavier, even after all he'd shot out. That there were two large lumps inside of his sack, two long and hard seeds that he'd have to eventually shoot out. His mind was elsewhere for now.