The feeling of mud between his toes made the fox cub feel ill as he moved towards the forest. He sneaked out his bedroom from the window and into the wilderness, part of him enjoyed the fear that came from breaking the rules. Kirn stopped outside the forest edge and let out a shaky breath. This sounded like a good idea when he first thought of it but now seeing the looming shadows cast by the dim moonlight, he wanted to turn back. Kirn bit his bottom lip as he reminded himself why he was doing this: he had to find his friends.

Two weeks ago, one of Kirn’s friends, Tammy, had vanished when playing in the woods with his best friend, Wilbur. He wasn’t sure what had happened as he was ill due to a bug making its way around the town’s school, but he heard many things.

The cubs at school had given many theories about what happened to Tammy. Some had suggested that a monster or aliens had taken the lioness, but it didn’t make sense as Kirn knew monsters only existed in movies. Some of the others, with darker minds, told the fox that she’d been murdered and buried in the woods. He knew they were saying it to make him cry, which he did as he didn’t want to see his friend gone, but he could see the fear in their eyes. In a ditch last effort, he asked Weird Todd, a wolf who had no friends and weird hobbies such as researching history. Weird Todd thought over interval and by lunchtime told Kirn that Tammy might have been kidnapped, It turned out he was the correct one as Tammy was found in the nearby city in an underground brothel, suffering from the marks and smells of rutting.

Over the next few weeks, the young fox had noticed that Wilbur had changed. The once happy go lucky fennec had become silent during their meetups. He had asked Wilbur what had happened that day in the forest, but he would never say what had transpired, only muttering about a tall dark figure had taken her. The last time he asked Wilbur about Tammy, he punched him in the muzzle – causing him to bleed from his nose. He remembered crying out apologies to his friend and running home with tears flowing from his eyes.

Kirn stayed in the bathroom for the rest of the evening, trying to get himself cleaned up. His mum tried to coax him out with promises of sweets and cuddles but he wouldn’t budge. Eventually, she had to leave him to go to work, but he heard her speaking with Wilbur’s mum about the incident. The next day Wilbur was gone.

Kirn rubbed his tender muzzle and looked between the uneven rows of trees. Both of his friends had disappeared because of something in the forest. A cold breeze ran between the trees and caused him to pull his pyjamas closer. The further he trekked through the dense trees, the more he got lost and soon he couldn’t see the village lights, leaving the torch he brought with him as his only light source. Kirn didn’t dare call out his friends’ names in case whatever took them was listening and watching him.

The nearby bush rustled and branches snapped, making Kirn drop his torch. He heard the glass break and was plunged into darkness. Kin felt his heart throb in his chest as more rustling came from the bushes. All he wanted to do was run but his feet were stuck. His panting picked up, making the dark forest spin but he smelt something in the air. It was vanilla and...spiced orange?
The scent started to fill the air around him. With every breath that Kirn took in, it grew stronger, dominating his sense of smell. However, he didn’t complain as it made him feel warm and safe. He wasn’t sure on how long he was standing, breathing in the scent, but his breathing went down to a long, deep draw and his eyelids were heavier. Kirn took a step forward, feeling it was the right thing to do, and felt the scent grow a slight bit stronger. Another step and he felt happier yet calmer than before. The fox cub started to stagger deeper into the forest, forgetting what his original goal was.

After walking through the trees and foliage of the forest, which he snagged and tore his pyjamas on several times, the scent stopped. Kirn blinked once. Twice. On the third blink, his vision clicked into place and he furrowed his brow. He was in a clearing but how did he get here? The last thing the cub remembered was following that delicious scent…
He felt the warmth shiver throughout his young body as even the memory of it made him yearn for the source. The source! He was here.

Kirn tilted his muzzle and sniffed the air looking for the faintest trace of the scent, but only found the crisp air of the clearing. Where was the source, he was here? Wasn’t he?
“Hello,” the cub called out to the trees but got no reply. He felt empty without it; the only thing he wanted was to breathe it in and feel so good.
As he went to call out again the world went awry. There was screeching static which surrounded and penetrated the cub. A noise so great that he clutched his temples and fell to his knees. There was so much pain, so much as tears ran from his eyes and he whimpered. He didn’t do anything wrong, did he? He tried to be a good boy. All he wanted was the noise to stop. There was silence.

Kirn looked up but saw nothing around him that could make that noise. He clutched his throbbing head and tried to stand up but fell back to the mud, ruining his pyjamas even further. The fox cub tried to stand again but the noise returned. It was still too loud but not as intense. He could almost hear distorted words from the static. He tried to focus but it went silent again. Kirn turned himself around and sat on the wet mud, drawing his knees to his chest and wrapping his small tail around them, and braced himself.
The static returned but muted now, he wished he knew what was being said but he couldn’t focus enough. At that thought, the scent reappeared. The vanilla and spiced orange made Kirn feel to calm, calm enough just to listen to the words and focus on their sounds. The deeper he breathed in the clearer they became. Eventually, he understood.

Are you ready to ascend? The voice asked the fox cub. Kirn knew he should be scared but felt like nothing mattered: not his fears, not his home, not his friends. His friends!

“Did you take my friends?” Kirn asked the voice, he could feel him approaching.

One ground trembling step after another. The trees in front of him began arch away, parting for the wooden leviathan. It was a terrible sight for the cub to behold: Four legs supported the creature, looking like stripped oaked logs with veins of moss weaving an intricate pattern which would drive anyone insane if they attempted to study it; The body of the beast looked to be carrying part of the forest, with large pieces of earth falling revealing a wooden body; the head was almost reptilian, crowned with horns of living and dead branches. The mouth of the beast opened revealing its maw filled with roots but the worst thing was the eyes. Blood mooned eyes filled with lust and rage, promising to drive the sanest fur mad if they dared to stare into the slitted irises.

Whatever spell was placed on Kirn was broken, and he shuffled back before being stopped by a mound. This thing was wrong. He knew it deep to his core but as he stared at this horror, this beast of the forest and chaos, Kirn had one thought on his mind.

“WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS!”

Everything grew quiet for Kirn as he caught his breath. He just shouted at this monster and it was staring at him with silent amusement.

‘There are no others,’ The leviathan responded,‘But they shall join me soon.’

Join him? Kirn froze in place as he pondered on what that meant but was interrupted by the scent he longed for hit him at full force, making his thoughts difficult to form. It didn’t take long for him to start drooling from the mouth and close his eyes.

That's when new thoughts appeared. Circler symbols appeared in his mind, words and phrases made from interlocking circles, hexagons and lines all forming together to mean nothing and everything. With each passing word, pleasure only grew within Kirn. They were teaching him how to praise this forgotten god; how he became trapped in this forest by the forces of order and light. More images floated into his mind, images of cubs like him finding this being and ascending; being pleasured for eternity by his many arms. Made to drink the eternal elixir to praise and strengthen him for the day he might escape his prison. Soon the name of this ancient one revealed itself to Kirn, N’arak.
The thought of the name made him flush and willing.

Kirn blinked opened his eyes, which had shifted from their natural blue to N'arak's blood moon red, and gazed to his god’s eyes.

‘Are you ready to ascend?’ N’arak asked his newest disciple for a second time.

Kirn stood from the mound his old self was trapped in and kneeled before the god of flora and pleasure. “I am ready.” The words came out so naturally and made him wonder why he was scared before he was shown his wonderful destiny.
N’arak smiled and started to lower one of his thousand vines to the cub, who had stepped forward to finish binding his fate with the god. As the vine was lowering, Kirn had begun to recall the initiation of the hundreds of other disciples and began taking off his ruined pyjamas; knowing he won’t need them again. First to go was his fleeced shirt, revealing his lanky frame to the air, followed by his bottoms revealing his small cock which had begun to stiffen due to the scent he depended on. He dropped them in the mud and walked a few more meters before stopping.

The vine had reached Kirn, hovering in front of the cub’s head. Along the length of the vine more of the ancient words were engraved on the green flesh, a spell of viability and lust the cub realised. Kirn looked down at the end of the vine that curled in the air and dripping a thick amber liquid.

The fox cub wrapped his small paw around the stem of the tentacle, leaned forwards and started to lick the tentacle from the base to the tip. The tentacle shivered at the action and started to produce more of the addictive slime that had already begun to change the cub. Lust clouded the mind of Kirn, so much that he didn’t realise that his cock had fully stiffened and was starting to leak. He leaned forward and nibbled the tentacle base, tasting more of the delicious fruity slime. He started to pull his head back while rubbing his cheek against the length until he was at the tip. He was ready.

Kirn put the thin tip in mouth and felt it leak more of the liquid that made him so warm and willing to his god. He wrapped his paw around the tentacle and slowly started to guide it in deeper into his mouth. The tip began to explore the cub's mouth as it descended, making the cub gag but another spray of slime stopped it as it teetered on the edge of his throat. Kirn’s paw slipped from the thicker bit of the tentacle and dropped to his knees. He tilted his head and moaned as the tentacle slide down his throat. The deeper it went the better Kirn felt and soon the cub was at the end of the tentacle, which was throbbing all the way down to his stomach. He opened his heavy eyes and saw two tendrils grow from some buds he didn’t notice before. The tasted the air around them before taking a nostril each and glide there way down the cub’s nose. It was an odd sensation for the cub but he didn’t feel pain; only pleasure as the messaged there way down to his lungs, where they were to pump more of the aphrodisiac scent into the cub, who was uselessly bucking the air. Between the throbbing and massaging from the tentacles, Kirn, couldn’t take any more and shuddered as he orgasmed, squirting his seed out a few inches. He felt so warm with the afterglow but his cock remained ridged and throbbing, aching for more.

Slowly, more tentacles sprouted from the one he was sucking on and started to wrap around his head. Tentacle after tentacle layered themselves and soon the cub’s head was encased in a prison of writhing pleasure. There was a slight tug at Kirn’s neck and he felt himself being lifted from the ground. Instead of following his body’s feeble instincts, Kirn let himself go limp as he was lifted higher into the sky. The whispering had soon returned to him as he neared N’arak’s body, telling him that he shall be safe within him. Pleasured by him.

Soon, Kirn felt his tail brush against his god’s body. He took the opportunity to put his paw out to feel the rough wood as he rose past. Minute later he felt his feet touch ground. It took him a moment to find his balance but he found it. The tentacles around his head parted, allowing Kirn to see the beauty of his new home. Trees and orchids covered N’arak’s back, the type that Kirn never saw before, bearing fruits of vibrant colours; beneath him was the softest grass he’d ever felt. He would have basked in the beauty longer but he felt the vine pull his head, making him turn around to see the temple entrance.

It was a better sight to behold than the garden. The wooden sculpture of his god didn’t do him justice as it depicted him and his many vines pleasuring cubs of all races; ruling over the land that he was once denied. Kirn was dragged out of his admiration as the vines he was surrounded by untravelled, letting him feel the crisp air on his face. The tentacles in him squirmed before pulling out, making him almost climax again, and he knew he had to go inside. He had to join the others.

One slow step after another he ventured into the Halls of N’arak, glancing at his surroundings and noticing the plinths which held either more sculptures of N’arak or were inscribed with hymns to him.
Soon he entered into the main chamber and his eyes went wide. The chamber was massive: on the surrounding walls lay pod after pod, which he knew where used for sleeping, breeding and being fed the elixir to keep their youth and vigour. Each one of the pods had several tentacles attached to it, all leading to the centre pit where they delved deep to deliver their seed and energy to their god. The floor of the chamber was decorated in fine cotton which carpeted the entirety of the space; he could also see dozens of mats on the ground which appear to be stained from constant use.

As much as he would like to lay on a matt and spread his legs, the whispering told him he needed to be podded. Kirn walked to the wall, passing the pods of the other disciples with tentacles lodged in their mouths and covering their groins, and walked until he found a gap large enough for another pod. The wall seemed to sense his approach as it started to push an oval lip out, stretching to create a new shelter for the cub to be housed in. Kirn turned around and sat back into the pod. It was comfier than he expected as the wood moulded to the shape of his ass and back. A tentacle appeared from the ceiling of the pod and prodded his lips, sliding its way down to his stomach to restart the delivery of the slime. Instead of feeling the craving, Kirn felt full. He looked down and saw new tentacles emerge from the floor. They both differed from the one he was sucking. The one moving towards his legs was hollow and a light brown in colour, he felt it brush against his sack; making him squirm and leak more pre. The tentacle went underneath him and caressed the fox’s hole. He knew it was teasing the poor cub and took in his attempts to lower his ass down to meet it.

Without warning, Kirn felt the tentacle slide past his hole and into his ass. All the while he was moaning as it went up a few inches and slowly expanded, filling him. The second tentacle had flower attached to the end, akin to a tulip. It glided towards his virgin cock before engulfing his length, all the while it slid a small tube down his urethra. The tube started to pulse and suck on Kirn’s cock, while the tentacle in his ass did the same to his prostate, milking the cub of all his seed. It didn’t take long for him to orgasm again. He felt the cock-tube change pressure and suck his seed away to his god, before starting again.

Again and again, he climaxed, feeding his god the pleasure he nourished on; joining the symphony of pleasure as one of the disciples. Part of him wondered how much time had past, but when he furrowed his brow to remember the cub only recalled his ascension. He didn’t recall a time without N’arak. More seed squirted out of him, bringing him into the present. Soon will be the time for worship, then recruitment.