Damun could see the co-pilot moving his lips, but he couldn't hear a damn thing.  The helicopter's turbine engines and rotor wash made hearing anything just about impossible, and it seemed to just be his bad luck today that the microphone built into his helmet was malfunctioning.  The young gray wolf leaned forward out of his passenger seat and patted the copilot on the shoulder to get his attention.  The copilot, a dusty housecat with a thick Russian accent, turned around and seemed to mouth off about something again.  With the co looking at him, Damun knocked on his helmet a few times and shook his head, which the cat seemed to understand.  The cat leaned back as far as he could out of the seat and Damun leaned forward until their helmets touched.  The cat shouted loudly, but was still only barely audible above the helicopter's noise, "We be there in less than two minutes now.  Be the ready to jump, eh?  And be careful, insurance full of pissy people who don't like passengers dropping on their heads".

	Damun nodded and sat back in the seat, checking over his supply bags to make sure he had everything.  At this point though, it really didn't matter if he had the supplies or not.  He was out here, and if he turned around to go back, he'd catch hell for having to take another flight out.  Helicopters were not cheap to rent, especially when having to pay a pilot.  Damun had packed two nights ago actually, so he was rather certain he had everything he needed.  But somehow that knowledge didn't keep him from checking through the bag just one more time before zipping it up and tying his trusty sword do it.  Then he checked the clips to make sure the bag was secured to his drop vest.

	By the time he finished checking the clips, the pilot was waving at Damun to tell him they were over the drop site.  The copilot had already dropped the line out of the starboard side of the helicopter, and the pilot was desperately trying to hold the aircraft in a hover despite the winds.  Damun took a deep breath and latched his clips onto the drop line and got out of his seat, standing up on the very edge of the open passenger area of the little helicopter.  He took one last look back at the cockpit only to see the copilot impatiently waving his paws at Damun, trying to tell him to jump already.

	With one last tug on his bag to make sure it was with him, Damun turned around with a firm grip on the line and gently eased himself over the side of the helicopter.  Immediately, his body was hit by the hurricane-force winds from the main rotor.  He did his best to concentrate on the descent, and started to ease himself down the line.  He let his paw loose around the drop line and slid down about ten feet.  He already could feel the fierce winds of the rotor dying down as he descended further away from the chopper.  So he opened his grip again and dropped down another twenty feet, slowly.  Then he looked down and nearly froze.

	He had forgotten about the altitude of the helicopter.  Hovering almost two hundred feet above the jungle floor, but only a hundred feet above the jungle canopy, it was a long ways down to the ground.  Damun closed his eyes tightly and remembered that time was of the essence.  The quicker he got to the ground, the easier this would be on him.  So despite shaking a bit, he let go of the line for another second and dropped some more altitude.  Then again.  Then again.

	Finally he dropped until he felt his feet hit something.  He opened his eyes to see that he was nearly standing upon the top of a tall jungle tree.  There was no clearing anywhere nearby, so he had planned on just dropping through the treetops to ground level.  But it seemed that the branches and leaves were too thick for that, so he managed to pull himself closer to the trunk of the tree.  He threw his bag over a branch, then turned around to cut himself free of the device that helped him slip down the drop line.

	Once he was disconnected from the helicopter, he pulled up a handheld radio from his bag and shouted into it.  "ALL CLEAR!"  A few seconds later, the helicopter started retracting the line and moving away at a brisk speed back to the big city.  To Damun's surprise, the copilot came back on the radio, "Good drop then?  What does a wolf like you want in the middle of this damned jungle anyway?"

	Damun grinned, "Househunting, my friend!  But a place far away from the hustle and bustle of the city."

	"Whatever you say, wuffie", the cat said in his Russian accent.  "You canids so strange.  Perfectly good home near everything, but no, apparently it too good for you to be close to friends and stores.  Fine for me, at least.  Good luck with your 'hunting', friend."

	As the helicopter moved away, Damun could finally hear the sounds of the deep jungle coming back.  The exotic birds chirping, the assorted animals moving around in the brush, the sound of the wind moving through the dense foliage.  It was almost hypnotic in its own way.  With the wind blowing through his silky gray fur and clear blue skies overhead, it seemed like an almost perfect day, if it were not for the fact that he had to drop down to the ground level sometime soon and it was much darker there and the wind probably didn't reach through the thick jungle foliage.  So it'd be hot and humid in there.

	Regardless, he had work to do.  So Damun reached into his bag and pulled out a long rope.  Then he closed his eyes and concentrated for a second, forming a blue aura around the length of the rope.  Damun then stared intently at the top of the tree of which he was standing, pointing at it and murmuring a command under his breath.  The rope unwound itself and flew out towards the treetop, wrapping itself around the trunk and tying itself in one swift motion.  Damun tugged a few times on the rope to make sure it was secure.  Then he pulled his bag over his shoulder again and wrapped the rope around his paw in a semi-loose fashion, lowering himself into the dark, dense jungle below.

	As he lowered himself through the canopy layer, the jungle seemed to open up a great deal.  The branches on the trees thinned out very quickly as he went down, and there wasn't a great deal of flora near the ground either.  Most of the sunlight was blocked out by the dense treetops so high above.  But, that made it all the easier to have a look around, as well.

	But it was hot down there in the jungle.  Hot and humid, as he had predicted.  So he stripped off most of his clothing until he was down to his denim shorts and his boots.  He put the rest of his clothes into the bag and decided to start exploring South.

	The hours rolled by as the gray wolf hiked along the jungle.  Eventually, Damun could see bits of red sky through the treetops, and he knew that dusk was rapidly approaching.  So, he decided to call it a night and set up camp.  He dropped his bag to the ground and pulled out his tent, setting it up quickly and tossing his bag inside.  Before retiring though, he felt a sudden urge to go.  So he looked around quickly and found a tree, trotting up in front of it and unzipping his shorts.  He pulled his furred sheath and balls out of his shorts, smirking a bit to himself as his privates were finally liberated from their denim prison.

	Before he could do anything though, Damun felt a cold breeze push through the area.  He nervously pulled back from the tree and looked around.  It had to be at least 80^F out, and near 90% humidity.  Where could such a chill have come from?  He zipped up his shorts and took one step closer to his tent before noticing something darting away from the tent.  He couldn't see it in the darkness, but he could see the glimmer of his sword's blade in the fading light.

	Without another moment's hesitation, he screamed out an arcane command and pushed his fists forward, a fireball conjuring up out of the thin jungle air and hurtling forward into the foliage, lighting up the dark dusk and immolating dozens of plants caught in the path of the burning energy.  Once the smoke cleared, there was no trace of his sword or the culprit who claimed it.  Damun cursed under his breath and started running forward.

	Damun could see a thin trail in the dirt where his sword had been dragged.  So he started following that.  After a few minutes though, he felt another chilly wind pass around him.  He started to get a bit nervous, so he stopped following the trail and concentrated for a few moments to study the energy of the surrounding area.  But...he couldn't sense the energy anymore.  Plus he felt a bit...fatigued, almost drained, actually.  He felt as though he had spent all day doing some mind-numbing chore, and he even felt a bit disoriented.

	"Oh no!", he thought to himself.  He realized what was wrong now.  He was in a nullify magic trap.  His heart started to race as he realized the danger he was suddenly in.  He turned around to run back to his campsite but the trail in the dirt was gone.  Was it ever there?  Was the sword being stolen, in fact just an illusionist trick?

	He didn't want to find out.  He looked at his surroundings.  Thick vines and bushes were all around him.  He couldn't figure out which direction he had come from.  Nothing looked familiar.  He decided that any direction was better than standing around and waiting for something to happen to him, so he picked a direction and jumped.

	...and fell promptly on his face.  Something had him by the foot and tripped him when he tried to get away.  He looked back and saw a thick, green, leafy vine wrapped around his ankle.  He snarled and snapped at it, but it moved just before he bit down.  He tried to bite at it again, but another vine snapped up and wrapped around his muzzle, closing it tight.

	Damun reached up with his paws and tried to pull the vine off, but it seemed to be amazingly strong.  No matter how much he pulled or yanked on it, it didn't budge.  Then, more vines emerged from the jungle floor and wrapped around his wrists, pulling his paws down away from his muzzle.  The vines pulled his arms up over his head and pinned his wrists to the ground there.

	Then another vine slid up along his free leg and coiled around his ankle, pinning it down to the ground rather securely.  The first vine moved out to the side, spreading his legs out slowly until he was wide open and couldn't spread any further apart.  Then some incredibly thick vines popped out of the dirt and wrapped around his chest, coiling tightly and locking his body to the ground.

	Damun struggled as much as he could with what strength he had left.  He even tried repeatedly to use some healing magic to boost himself, but nothing was working.

	That's when he felt it.  Three small vines were snaking up his legs, curving up and over his muscles and moving up towards his body.  They stopped for a moment when they reached his shorts, but then they just dove under the fabric and continued on to his crotch.  Damun could feel them wriggling around in his shorts, but he could barely move.  He started to pant from the adrenaline as panic set in, his heart thumping hard and fast in his chest.

	One of the little tentacles slid up along the crease of his leg, brushing up against his ballsac and pushing it aside as it explored around inside his shorts.  The other tentacles followed suit, rubbing around his sheath and groin.  One tentacle found his sheathtip and poked into it, making Damun jump.  The wolf could only growl and wriggle around in his restraints as the tentacle pushed into his sheath and felt around inside.  He could feel the cool surface of the vine rubbing around inside his sheath, brushing up against his very warm cock.  It pushed deep into his sheath and wrapped around his hidden cock, giving it a quick squeeze before it slowly pulled itself out of his sheath and continued to explore his groin.

	All of the little vines then moved to a few strategic places on the waistband of his shorts.  At the same time, all of them started tugging gently, then more fiercely, on his shorts.  They pulled and tugged, and finally with one big "RIIIIP" they tore his shorts completely off his body and exposed his bare rump to the hot, humid jungle air.

	Of the three small tentacles, two of them started to caress his asscheeks while the third snaked up and wrapped itself around his wolf tail.  It then tugged his tail up and over his back, finally settling the tail down on his lower back.  Again, Damun tried to squeeze his legs together and fight for control over his tail, but the tentacles were too strong, and he was feeling weaker with each passing second.  Now it seemed the most he could do was fidget and whimper as the tentacles had their way with him.

	The tentacles holding him down shifted in position a bit, with the larger tentacles around his waist moving a bit to prop his ass up high in the air, with his chest still pinned down to the jungle floor.  The two tentacles on his rump started to spank him lightly, smacking themselves against his toned ass cheeks.  Then they gently started rubbing his ass, caressing it, rubbing it tenderly.  Damun couldn't help but blush hard as he felt his ass molested, even if he was scared out of his mind right now.  The tentacles then slid up the crack of his ass and spread his cheeks apart, exposing his tailhole completely.  With the tentacles keeping his legs spread, he felt absolutely vulnerable and helpless to do anything about it.

	A larger vine then emerged from the ground.  Unlike the other tentacle vines that were holding him against the ground, this one was thicker and had no leaves on it.  It was just long, bumpy, and it had a blunt tip.  This big tentacle slowly popped up from the ground between Damun's legs, snaking up and brushing along the gray wolf's ballsac.  It slid up along the wolf's taint and up the crack of his ass, with the blunt tip settling down near his tailhole.  The tentacle rubbed up against it, pressing lightly against it, but Damun's tailhole was tight and wouldn't budge.  The big tentacle pushed and bumped against the wolf's hole again and again before it seemed to give up and pull back a bit from the wolf's backside.

	Another pair of tentacles emerged from the ground, each one about half the width of a normal finger, making their way up Damun's legs and up to his ass.  Both tentacles shot some oily fluid across the wolf's asshole.  The cool sensation almost made him jump, if he would have had the strength to do so.  He groaned weakly and huffed, but that was it.  One of the two new tentacles inched forward and pressed its tip against the wolf's hole and shot again, this time shooting the oily fluid right into the wolf's hole.  It shot again, and a third time.  After the third shot, the little tentacle started wriggling its way into his ass, which was quite easy now due to the oily lube and the small size of the tentacle.

	The little tentacle pushed into the wolf's ass then started to wriggle around, moving around in a calm circle, stretching the wolf's anal ring.  Then the second little tentacle pressed against the wolf's hole and joined its brother inside.  Once both tentacles were inside and wriggling around for a bit, they started tugging out on either side of the wolf's ass, spreading out his asshole.  The wolf huffed and whimpered again as he felt a warm rush of air enter his ass as he was opened up by the pair of little tentacles.  They slowly and calmly pulled and wriggled and spread his ass out until the larger tentacle, waiting below, had enough room.

	The large tentacle now moved back up and pushed into the wolf's exposed ass, sliding in easily through the wolf's greased passage.  The large tentacle pushed deep into the wolf's ass, inch by inch, until almost ten inches of itself was buried in the poor wolf's ass.  The wolf felt his ass expanding as the tentacle wormed its way deep into him, so he again tried to pull back on his restraints or lower his tail, but he found he had no more strength left in him.  He even tried to squeeze his ass to eject the intruder, but his muscles wouldn't even respond anymore.  He just laid there, mostly limp, grunting as the large tentacle squirmed around in his ass.

	Damun's hindquarters ached lightly as the large tentacle wriggled around in his ass.  It was slowly thrusting back and forth through his well-lubed tailhole, each time stretching his anal ring out a bit more.  The tentacle then pulled out of his ass completely, and Damun could feel his ass relax again and the pain subsided.  But then the blunt tentacle pushed up against his tailhole again, and his hole spread easily, almost invitingly for the tentacle.  The tentacle slithered deep into the wolf's ass, making him groan out as he felt it push into his rear and fill him up again.  It slowly slid out and waited for his ass to close and relax again before it pushed itself up against his tailhole and slid in again, almost like it was testing to see how stretched he was.

	The wolf felt the tentacle slither deeply into him.  He grunted weakly as his ass felt so completely filled by the incredibly thick tentacle.  It was still moving around a bit in him, fidgeting, getting itself comfortable, it seemed. Then for a moment, the large tentacle stopped moving and Damun hoped that the worst was over.  But after a few seconds he felt the tentacle tensing up and pulsing, with an increasing pressure against his anal ring like something larger were trying to pass through.  The wolf managed to turn his head enough to see a large bulge within the tentacle was trying to push into his ass.  The bulge was apparently just a bit too large for his ass, so the tentacle was squirming around and trying to push itself deeper into him, making the bulge press against his strained tailhole until his ass ached.  The tentacle started slowly thrusting in and out of his ass again, this time pressing firmer and firmer against his ass and managing to push just a bit further each time.  Finally, Damun felt a slight shot of pain as the egg finally stretched his ass out and pushed deep into him, nestling itself softly in him.

	Damun felt a moment of relief as his ass relaxed after that painful stretching, followed by a rising terror knowing that the vine tentacle just laid an egg in him.  He tried again to call out for help, but only managed a weak whimper that faded impotently into the dark jungle night.  The tentacle around his muzzle squeezed lightly, reminding him of precisely who was in control now.

[i]Oh no!  Help...![/i]

	Another large bulge started pressing against the gray wolf's asshole, making his eyes widen.  But he could do little else as he felt the egg stretching out his anal ring, then passing into his ass with little resistance now that he was stretched out sufficiently.  After a few moments, another egg passed through the tentacle and pushed into the warm, inviting depths of the wolf.

	Damun could feel his heart racing in his chest.  His chest was thumping hard and his face felt flush, yet, he could barely feel the rest of his body.

[i]"What is this thing doing to me?  I need to get away, I want to run, but I can't move...",[/i].  He clenched his eyes shut, he felt that panic taking over him.  [i]"This thing is violating me, and I can't defend myself.  I'm completely helpless, there's nothing I can do to make this thing stop."[/i]

	The tentacles adjusted their grip on Damun, moving him around and bringing his rump higher into the air, with his legs spread and tail pinned up to his back.  With him in a proper bitch position, the large tentacle squirmed around and pushed a bit deeper into the wolf, working itself around in small circles and loosening him up as well as it could.  Then it started slowly thrusting into the wolf's ass, moving back and forth as more eggs traveled up through the tentacle and pushed through Damun's abused tailhole and into his ass.  Each one that passed into him pushed the previous ones deeper into him, up into his intestines and belly.

	Egg after egg after egg traveled up through the tentacle and into Damun's ass, making his belly expand a bit as more eggs filled him.  The tentacle kept thrusting into him, using it's own momentum to help push the eggs past his tailhole and into his body.  As the eggs pushed deeper into him, Damun started to feel bloated as his belly continued to grow until it expanded enough to press against the ground.  He lost count of how many eggs had pushed into his ass, it had to be dozens.  But as more eggs pushed into his bloated body, he felt his belly stretching and expanding to accommodate them.  His abdomen was ballooning as the thick tentacle continued to pump and thrust and shoot more eggs into the poor little wolf.

	Finally the large tentacle pulled out of his ass, with a slimy blue-colored egg falling out of the tip of the tentacle and falling to the ground below Damun.  The tentacles that were restraining him used their strength to pull his limp body into the air and roll him over, settling him onto the ground on his back.

	As the last tentacles slid away, Damun found the strength to move his head up and try to look down at his feet.  His belly – hell, he looked about nine months pregnant with his belly so large now.  And his belly ached with the huge load of eggs he had in him.  More than that though, his ass hurt like hell.  He flopped back down onto the ground and whimpered again, feeling the eggs sloshing gently around inside him.  He yelled out for help, hoping anybody was in the area.  But then he remembered that he was about a hundred miles away from civilization, and the idea that any person would be within earshot was about laughable.

	With that idea gone, Damun planted his paws on the ground and tried to stand up, but found that his newfound mass was simply too much for him.  While he was certain he could walk with the weight, his belly was simply too large for him to be able to sit up and stand.  So he looked around for the nearest tree and started shuffling his body in its direction.  He scooted over to the base of the tree and rolled over onto his side, with his large belly sloshing over and plopping onto the ground.  Damun grabbed onto the tree with both paws, grunting as he tried to pull himself up and push his feet underneath him.  He managed to pull his chest up a few inches off the ground, which seemed to give him a newfound determination.  He took one big heave and managed to pull himself upright, his legs still shaking a bit from the extra weight.  But when he went to walk away, he found that he couldn't.  His hands were covered in some sort of very sticky slime that was in patches all over the tree.

	Damun growled a bit and tugged on his paws, but they were almost cemented in place.  The gooey substance gave very little, and his paws were pressed in pretty firmly.  The wolf started flirting with the idea of gnawing off his arms to get away.  His adrenaline was still pumping from the tentacles raping him, and he admittedly was more than just a bit scared right now.  He just wanted to run back to his tent and cower.  The more distance he could put between himself and the scene of the rape, the better he'd feel.  And his paws being glued to the tree was directly effecting his ability to escape.

	A heavy rustling of branches and leaves quickly caught the wolf's attention.  He looked around the side of the tree and nearly froze.  Dozens of hidious-looking reptilian people were slowly coming out of the woods and creeping towards him, staring intently right at him.  He couldn't see them too well in the dark jungle night, but he could see they were roughly the same size as he, while looking more on the feral side rather than humanoid.  They were covered in colorful spines and they had a ruby-red fold of skin right under their chin.  And they did not look, in the least, like they were in any way interested in helping him get off the tree.

	Damun tried again to use his magic, but he still felt completely drained.  He started yelling out as loud as he could, his voice echoing in the deep jungle as he pleaded for someone – anyone's help.  But as he started to scream, the dozens of reptiles started running swiftly towards him.  The closest reptile, when it reached him, spun around and whipped his tail out, shooting a wave of gooey glue across the wolf's muzzle and sealing it shut.  The wolf could do little more than thrash around against the tree and whimper some the rest of the reptiles quickly surrounded him.

	Now that they had him surrounded, they seemed to calm down dramatically.  They were all staring at him, eying him up and down; studying him, it seemed.  At the moment, they were touching or attacking him, so he took a moment to study them as well.  He had misjudged their size actually, as they were slightly bigger than himself, both in height and in width. They stood on two legs, but were still a bit hunched over.  Their bellies were slightly chubby and all of them were most definitely male, without a shred of clothing on their bodies to hide their apple-sized ballsacs or thick cocks.  They seemed to have leathery skin, with rows of very small bony spikes that flowed down from their scalp down to their tailtip in organized rows.

	Curiously, Damun noted that the largest tribesman had...something on the side of his head.  It was hard to see in the dark night, but as the reptile turned his head a bit, Damun got a better look.  It seemed to be a bluetooth headset.  It was stuck on the area of the reptile's head where an ear canal might be, and it was flickering a faint blue light.  Moreover, this particular one would shout and point at the other reptiles standing around, and they would respond back to him only after he spoke to them.  This one seemed to be the leader of the group in some fashion.  A leader meant these people were civilized to some degree.  And a bluetooth headset hopefully meant these guys weren't too far removed from the wonders of the modern world.  Maybe this meant Damun could get help from these guys after all.

	However, the important part was that while they were looking him over, they were vocally communicating with each other.  It was not a language Damun had ever heard before, but it didn't have to be.  Mages had many tricks up their sleeve.

	Damun turned his attention inward, focusing on his inner mind rather than what was happening around him.  He was told once by his instructor that a mage could focus and channel magical energy, even when in a nullify magic trap.  The problem was that such efforts not only took a long time, but also could only allow you to charge a small amount of energy.  In technological terms, it was akin to charging a battery for one's wristwatch.  However, the wolf didn't need a lot of energy for his plan.

	[i]He closed his eyes, his ears, and his mind from the world.  He focused on only his inner thoughts, his emotions, his own consciousness.  The wolf felt a stir, a small bit of something, almost like the slow onset of a sneeze.  He concentrated solely on that.  The rest of the world fell away from his mind and that small tidbit of energy became his world.  He felt it within him, and he surrounded it with himself.  He swirled around this energy, playing with it, pushing it around on a metaphorical plane as it gathered up some more of itself and grew ever so slowly.  Finally, he danced it upon his fingertips and hoped that small amount would be enough.  He looked around him and grasped that energy within his hands, bringing it with him into the real world again...[/i]

	The wolf shook his head and started blinking as he was suddenly aware of what was going on around him.  His paws were freed from the tree, but bound by a tough twine.  The reptilian tribesmen were half leading, half dragging him deeper into the jungle, barking things back and forth at each other.  Damun tried to speak, but his mouth was still glued shut.  Things weren't looking good, but he held out some small hope that these people were not violent, and perhaps they were simply annoyed with his intrusion into what was apparently their territory.  Just talk with them, just communicate with them, tell them what he had just been through, tell them that he needed help, tell them that he'll leave as soon as he can...that's the plan.  Talk to them, and hope that diplomacy could win the day.

	Damun clenched his fists shut, bringing forth that small spark of energy.  With a quick focus on the lips of his captors, he opened his hands up and shot out a quick ball of golden energy which flew a meter into the air then burst in a spectacular show of light and glitter.

	"What the hell was that?", said the lead reptile.

	It worked.  His spell of translation allowed him to understand them.  It would work both ways, but next he needed to figure out how to get them to unbind his mouth.