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Survivor - PERM Edition - Episode 4

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Last time, on Survivor PERM Edition...

The 11 remaining survivors reeled at Shady's transformation as the newly formed High Horn revealed them some parts of the true nature of the game.

In the Elimination Challenge, Jack quickly formed an alliance of with Monroe, Dennis and Craig which quickly overpowered the rest of the survivors, leaving Colin to be locked out of the Safe House for the night. However, Colin had other plans than merely standing around waiting to be captured by the Beasts. Having read some of the previous entries from the previous Survivors, he found an old Safe House and spent the night there, avoiding the storm of the High Horns and the newly introduced Sky Roos.

Despite his apparent survival, Colin was not welcomed into the Safe House again for fear of infection, the reaction of the ever abrasive Duncan dividing the group. While Colin returned to the old Safe House to avoid the Beasts, tensions arose on the 7th day as the Beasts attacked once more. Monroe was knocked off the roof by Duncan and found himself in a sticky situation though freed by many of the others.

In today's episode, anyone below the age of 18 or 21 should turn away immediately. Explicit scenes of male-on-male sexual interactions mixed with muscle growth, weight loss, transformation of human to another species, muscle worship, foot fetishes and tentacle rape are abound.

We here at NexWorks Studios strive to maintain our high level of entertainment brought directly to you. All desire to engage another man in sexual interactions is perfectly natural. There is nothing to be afraid of. Just go with it. Our lawyers have advised us to state that there are no hypnotic or subliminal messages hidden within our programming. We just take what we want.

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Day 8 7:00 AM - Owen

The night's attack finally ended and all the survivors collapsed somewhere or another, utterly exhausted and spent. While the automated turrets helped to fend off the Sky Roos, when they died halfway through the night due to their limited power, everyone was called to defend the Safe House. By that time, however, the Beasts had started slowing their assault but everyone was still kept on edge.

Until, of course, Monroe was thrown off the roof and was captured. Owen wasn't sure what happened but Jack and Craig returned to the top floor with the coach in tow. Monroe looked soaked to in what smell suspiciously like semen. All the survivors gave him a wide berth. None of them wanted to say it but they all thought the coach was infected. Monroe looked like he had the same thought and spent most of the night slumped in a corner with a Force Pistol in his hands.

Owen collapsed against the railings as he watched the sun rise far off into the distance and the Beasts started their retreat. The High Horns and Sky Roos looked rather pleased with themselves and a few of them waved their enormous members at the survivors, taunting them. Owen was far too tired to even be aroused.

Then shouting erupted from behind him and he turned around.

The recreation room was filled with most of the other survivors. Jack, Craig and Dennis stood opposite to Duncan and Father MacArthur. Standing ever stoically off to the side was Vincent while the oh-so-hot Weiss and Terry stood beside a dejected Monroe between the warring alliances, both unsure what to do.

Owen peeled himself from the railings and staggered towards Monroe's group.

"I say we kick him out!" Duncan shouted. "You saw what happened to the fucker! He got fuckin' sucked into that roo's cock!"

Was that what happened?

Again, Owen would have normally been aroused at that thought but he was just far too exhausted to care. He leaned against Weiss, his eyes heavily falling shut. A warm, muscular arm wrapped around his shoulders. Owen squeezed out a smile and a soft murmur of thanks, fighting to keep himself aware of the arguments.

"You're the one that pushed him off the roof!" bellowed Jack.

"So? Doesn't change the fact that he's probably going to turn into one of those fuckin' homos!"

Owen was suddenly very awake again. Just the faintest hint of homophobia had that effect on him. He was on high alert and paying very close attention to Duncan and the rest of the group. None of them seemed to take too kindly to Duncan's statement but the fireman didn't seem like he was truly homophobic. The beetroot red of his face indicated that he was just mouthing off.

"Maybe we should lock you out!" Jack barked back. Owen had never seen him so angry. "It seems like you're just as more a danger to us than even if he was going to turn!"

Monroe stepped forward, raising his hands for silence. "Jack, I appreciate the gesture, man... but I can't risk everyone's lives like this. I have to step out..."

"See!" Duncan shouted. The fireman was taking far too much pleasure in this than he should have been. "He admits it!"

"No!" Jack stepped forward, gripping Monroe's shoulder firmly. "We're in this together. We can make it out of here." He reached into the breast pocket of his shirt and showed them the clue he had received, now folded intricately multiple times. "Dennis decoded where the blueprints are to get off this rock. You just need to hold out for a couple more weeks. Then we'll get off this rock. All of us."

"Pointless idealism," rumbled Duncan. "No way we can all make it out of here. Not when we're all eliminated every six days."

"Colin made it through the elimination challenge, didn't he?"

Speaking of which...

A shout sprang up from outside and everyone turned towards the door. Colin stood just outside the class door, looking smugly inside and grinning broadly. He didn't see any of the survivors on the second floor but they saw him clearly over the balcony.

Glances of surprise were exchanged.

There was a way to survive an elimination.

Hope sprang up in everyone and even the formerly depressed Monroe looked like he was injected full of adrenaline. The entire ten survivors scrambled to the first floor where they hurried to allow Colin to enter... well, at least everyone but Duncan did. Father Macarthur was praising God that Colin made it through the night.

"And without a scratch!" exclaimed the trucker, puffing out his chest. "What do you say to that?" He pointed that statement straight at Duncan.

The fireman let out a very hostile growl. "You I still don't trust. Get the fuck out!"

"I've had enough of your hostility and Mr-Macho act!" The shout came from an angered Jack as he stormed up to the much taller, much more muscular man. "What is your problem!? Don't you want to get off this rock? Why are you constantly trying to -?"

Then Jack suddenly halted. All the anger in his eyes faded and his mouth hung open.

"What?" Duncan sneered. "Got something to say, little man? Say it!"

Jack took a step back and let out a slow, easy breath. "You know what? Never mind. We're getting off this island and out of this game. All of us. I don't care what you do but rest assured, even if you turn into one of those fucking Beasts, I am going to drag you kicking and screaming onto that boat and back to civilisation. We're not losing anyone. Not again."

Owen never noticed but in the scramble back down the stairs, he had found himself standing pretty much next to Jack. His allegiance had been made and judging by the number of people who were beaming with pride at Jack compared to those who snarled at Duncan, so was everyone else's. Father Macarthur stood on the fence, however, looking worriedly at both parties and Weiss... well, he just had this cute, innocent smile on his face that Owen just fell for.

McManus came on screen an hour later, announcing to them all where the next supply drop was. Owen ducked away from retrieval duty this time around while Duncan, Macarthur and Terry went out to grab the supplies. Most of the defences had already been set up so Dennis was allowed to rest from the configuration of the defences.

Breakfast was made by Colin. He brought a smile from everyone with his 'eggs and bacon smiley' plates. He really was their beacon of hope. He was bombarded with questions left right and centre about how he survived. He didn't answer them, saying that he didn't want to divide the group any more than he already had. Fair enough. They were united again... sort of.

Most of the other survivors set off to getting some rest. Owen joined them in the recreation room, lying down on one of the many mattresses and closing his eyes. He was utterly exhausted and hoped to God the supplies they received would help alleviate the tactics and strikes of the Beasts this coming night. There was no doubt their foes were intelligent and after learning that leaping into the courtyard just wouldn't cut it, they would surely come up with another way to breach their defences.

When he heard a heavy whump beside him, he cracked open one eye and found his loins stir at the sight of the muscular Weiss sitting on a mattress with some of those heart-shaped peaches in his hands.

"Want one?" Weiss asked, through a mouthful of the fruit.

Owen wearily shook his head. "No thanks. I just want some sleep."

"Okay."

He turned his back to the jock predominantly to hide his erection.

"Hey," came that sexy rumble. "When you get up, did you want to work out some?"

Seeing the sexy jock moving those massive muscles of his? Yes please! But Owen was never one to really hit the gym and he didn't want to embarrass himself. Though swimming...

"How about a swim?" he asked.

"Cool. I could go for a swim."

"Great. It's a date." Owen mentally kicked himself for that a statement. It just slipped out and he wished he could retract it.

"Sounds good."

His heart leapt to his throat and that mental kick turned into a mental cry for joy.

Operation: Sleep With Weiss was progressing very well.

Day 8 10:00 AM - Jack

Jack was still fuming at Duncan by the time he finished washing the dishes. That the fireman who made a living out of saving people decided push one of their strongest players into the pit of Sky Roos... Conspiracy theories were flooding his mind, warning him that Duncan was trying to break up their alliance bit by bit.

But he refused to think of this as an alliance. Yes, he had rallied Monroe, Craig and Dennis to him at the elimination challenge but they were a single unit, a team. He had to keep thinking that. They were survivors all in all and they had to stay as a team or they would fall prey to the Beasts.

He found himself back in the library. His eyes were on the camera room and there was the temptation to lock himself inside and yell at the 'Director'. However, he couldn't take that smug attitude and god-complex. Not right now.

Remembering their previous conversation, he was reminded of the clue leading to the blueprints that would help them get off this island. He plucked them from his shirt's breast pocket and regarded them. It didn't look too far off. With a nod and desiring something to keep himself occupied, he took the map and hurried away from the Safe House before anyone else could spot him.

Unfortunately, Colin was on his way out as well.

"Where are you going?" the trucker asked.

Jack lifted the map. "Going to grab the blueprints while everyone else is asleep. You?"

Out of the two of them, Colin truly looked refreshed and relaxed. Jack was a little jealous of him considering how he found a truly safe spot on the island. However, he didn't let that cloud his judgment.

"Just going for a walk," answered the trucker. "Mind if I come with you?"

Jack nodded. "The more the merrier."

The two of them followed the map into the forest in silence. From a distance, the Safe House looked almost like a quiet paradise in the middle of a forest clearing. However, it was all a trap. Jack realised that now. Just thinking about it, he began to wonder where all their other resources came from. Where did their water come from? How was McManus communicating with them? And all their food, how were they being prepared?

His pessimistic side flashed to the future when the producers would cut off their water, power and food and make them desperate. As they strode through the forest, following the map, he began formulating plans to ensure that they made it to the last moment and built the boat that would ensure they got off this rock.

"I don't trust Duncan," Colin said suddenly.

"I don't either," answered Jack.

"Why? He's not going after you."

Jack remembered Monroe's warning about a mole amongst their group. He hadn't been sure who it was but Duncan's constant attempts to disrupt their group not to mention his traitorous act against Monroe... He considered telling Colin...

"There might be a traitor in our midst. A guy that's trying to make sure we lose."

Colin stopped in mid-step just as they reached the marked tree. Like the map said, it had a rather large hole in its trunk. Jack reached inside tentatively and found his fingers brush against something definitely not natural. A brown folder was pulled from the tree. After a quick look inside, he nodded. The blueprints were unharmed and looked fairly simple to read.

"Who told you there was a traitor?" asked Colin.

"Monroe after he and Shady went out to that reward challenge. McManus apparently told them about it."

"And Monroe hasn't told anyone else about this? Don't you think he's the traitor?"

Jack eyed Colin. "If Monroe was a traitor, he wouldn't have let himself get caught off guard by Duncan. Besides, if he told everyone about the traitor, the traitor would have been tipped off."

"I suppose that's true..." The trucker shook his head sadly. "Look... Thanks for defending me back there. If you want, I'll tell you how I got out safely last night."

In short time, Colin told Jack about the old Safe House. They stood in the forest, away from stray ears as Colin informed him how he found the directions in one of the many books in the library and then used them to find the Safe House. The Beasts were so busy attacking the current Safe House that they never considered striking the old one.

"Risky, don't you think?" Jack asked as they headed back towards the Safe House. "You have no defences."

"Better to have a roof over my head than be exposed to those fuckers out there," rumbled Colin. "What're you going to do with this information?"

He wasn't sure and told Colin as much. Fighting against the Beasts together as one was their best chance of survival but not everyone was geared for fighting. Dennis, Owen and Terry were better off at setting up defences than maintaining them. But they were still extra eyes, ears and guns that could be integral to defending the Safe House.

"Just keep this to yourself for now, okay?" Jack said. "And thanks for trusting me."

"I figure you're the only guy keeping all of this together. I figure if I get on your good side, I'll be safe."

Was he really becoming the leader of their ragtag group? He was barely able to keep his kids in line and got himself kidnapped by a terrible corporation for the sake of entertainment. How good of a leader could he be?

His fists clenched as he reaffirmed his determination to get back to his kids and end this game.

When they returned to the Safe House, it was well past noon and Father Macarthur was cooking lunch. Vincent had come down from his perch and was already eating the heavy burgers that Macarthur had cooked up. Colin quickly excused himself and went off to the second floor. He saw Weiss and Owen heading towards the gym together. It brought his heart warmth that even in the turmoil, friendships were blossoming.

He joined Macarthur and Vincent, thanking the priest for a burger. He was quietly munching on the meal when Vincent spoke.

"We should use the courtyard as a defensive location instead of a trap."

Jack's eyes lifted. "Huh?"

"There really is only one entrance to the courtyard and that is through the door in the hallway of the living quarters," the park ranger said. "If we plant some turrets there, the High Horns will be forced to filter through the one door and we can gun them down. Any Sky Roos that come down from the air can be shot down as well."

"But we would have no escape if things go badly," Macarthur countered. "Only one door in and out. That includes for us."

"True." And with that, Vincent set down his half-finished burger and slinked off back to wherever he spent his days.

Jack blinked in surprise as he watched the ranger go. "Weird guy... I would've thought he'd at least defend his suggestion for a little longer."

"He is a man who prefers isolation," Macarthur said with a sigh. "I very much doubt that he likes the company of others." The priest rubbed his chin, a fain scratching noise coming from where his fingers rubbed against the stubble growing there. Jack was reminded of his own stubble. "Everyone has their stories, I suppose. With Vincent, perhaps because he is so used to isolation out in the park alone, he prefers isolation even here?"

"I suppose so." He lifted his gaze towards the priest. "What of you, father? What is your story?"

The priest shrugged. "I preach, that is all. I do not share the same views as my fellow preachers in some respects and others, I fully support them."

"Do you think God will save us?"

Macarthur frowned. "For the first time in my life, Jack, I am unsure. I have always had an unwavering faith in God but something about this 'Nexus Conglomerate' shakes that foundation. I mean, time travel? Genetic mutations at this level? These are the realms of a deity!" He sighed and clasped Jack's shoulder comfortingly. "I maintain that we will make it through this but I do not think even God can help us. We must help ourselves and you, my boy, are going to be the instrument of our salvation."

"Me?"

"You are stronger than you give yourself credit for, Jack." Macarthur smiled and let go of his shoulder. "Just keep strong. For everyone. I'm sure you'll be able to see us through."

The priest turned and left to call everyone else to lunch. Jack heard the approach of the supply team and finished his burger quietly.

In the back of his mind, he sincerely hoped he could maintain his apparent strength...

Because at the moment, he felt utterly powerless.

Day 8 3:00 PM - Weiss

If someone told Weiss he was fearless, he'd laugh at them. He had been scared multiple times in his life and this experience was no different. He hated feeling helpless and weak. Day in and day out, it felt like he and the other survivors were just barely holding on as they were attacked left, right and centre by the Beasts. They were defending. Not rising to the offense. And for that, he felt weak. He was afraid.

He hated that.

His large muscles bunched and flexed as he glided through the chlorinated waters of the pool. Beside him, Owen did laps as well though the arts student did seem to be having a little trouble. His scrawny frame sure could use some bulking up. The jock finished his fifteenth lap and rested against the edge of the pool, watching Owen make his laps. From last count, his friend was probably just at his tenth.

That gave him some time to think.

He hated being weak. Jack had been right. They had to stand together in order to be strong. But they were only as strong as their weakest link. Right now, he saw that in a lot of people.

Duncan's abrasive nature would tear the team apart. Whether or not he had to be eliminated or not was debatable. Just like in any sport, the player who couldn't work with the rest of the team had to be cut. But it was still too early to say whether or not Duncan would be that player. Last night's insanity certainly leaned him towards that mark.

But guys like Owen, Dennis and Terry... They were great when setting up the defences but when it came to fighting the Beasts... not so much. He wasn't sure how 'fit' he could get them in the short time they had but if they just kept cowering and falling from exhaustion early on in the night, they were a liability.

Weiss had resolved a few days back to make sure that they could pull their own so that none of them became the weakest link. He didn't hate them. He wanted them to get out of this just like everyone else. But he needed them to be stronger.

And he had a plan.

Owen finished his assigned laps and practically collapsed against the side of the pool. Weiss smiled down at the scrawny student.

"Want to call it a day?"

"God yes!" came the enthusiastic reply.

Weiss pulled himself out of the pool, droplets of water running down every curve of his muscles. He was more than aware of Owen's hungry eyes roving his body. He was far from dumb. It was clear Owen was after him. A guy with a body like his had a sixth sense when people were giving him that look. He turned around, making sure to do so slowly. He offered his hand towards Owen who took it enthusiastically. Pulling him out of the water was very easy.

"Let's go hit the showers."

Owen only nodded numbly.

They retreated from the pool and entered the showers. Naturally, they went into their own stalls. He heard someone else showering. Probably one of the other survivors who hadn't showered yet. Maybe one of the guys from the supply run. He gave Owen a small smile before leaving him, knowing full well the effect his little, flirtatious actions would have on the small guy.

Yes, he had an ulterior motive but it was far from sinister.

He just needed Owen's trust.

The reason?

As he pulled off his underwear and entered the shower stall, he slowly ran a hand over his thick pecs and rock-hard abdominals. The pecs were there before but never as big as they were now. Even his abdominals were barely hidden beneath a small layer of fat. Now, however, he was bigger than ever and he wondered if anyone else noticed.

The source of this sudden muscle growth? Those peaches he had been eating continuously. Every time he ate one, he felt renewed with energy and strength like he could go toe-to-toe with one of those High Horns and actually win. He wasn't sure what was in them but with the added energy plus his spontaneous lean muscle growth... He could only conclude that the peaches were the cause.

If he wanted to bring everyone up to his level, he had to convince them all to eat some of the peaches.

He let the shower do its work, peppering him with tiny droplets of warm water. The shampoo and soap supplied went to good use as he washed off the last touches of chlorine that clung to his body. Weiss was actually done with his shower within two minutes but Owen was taking his time so he hung back, keeping the shower on but removing himself from the water. When he heard Owen finish, he waited a couple more second before switching off his own shower. They stepped out of the shower at the same time, towels wrapped around their waists. Weiss made sure to tie his very tightly around his waist so that Owen just got a tiny glimpse of his bulge.

It worked and Owen was fighting hard not to drool.

Weiss began throwing on his clothes, making sure to turn his back towards Owen. There was no cock but the arts student sure got a good look at his nice, rounded bubble butt. When he pulled up his pants, he heard Owen snap out of his revere and scramble to put on his own clothes.

Good.

He didn't like manipulating Owen like this. The guy was really pretty sweet and if they didn't come from different times, he would so have gone out with him. Hell, Weiss was considering taking him out one day if they weren't under too much stress. But only after he'd put on some muscle and grown stronger.

When he heard the third shower go off, Weiss forgot that there was a third person in the shower with them. He pretended to wait for Owen but wondered who else had taken a long time to bathe. When Father Macarthur emerged from the showers, the man gave them a smile and a wave.

"Hello boys," Macarthur greeted. "Feeling refreshed?"

"Yessir," Owen responded softly.

"Well, you best get back to the living room. The supply guys have come back and we've got more turrets and weapons to help with tonight's defences. You best get back there to learn how to use them."

Weiss thanked the priest and led Owen back to the living room. As Macarthur said, the supply team had returned and had dropped the supplies in the middle of the room as always. Craig seemed to regain some of his leadership sense and was ordering some of the bigger guys to take the metal crates they had accumulated so far and form a makeshift barricade around the lounge room.

"Hey you two," the soldier said, reaching into one of the crates and tossing them a long length of bright, blue, steel rope. "Help out the guys setting up the barricade, will you? Those are called 'Shock Wires'. Apparently, they have an infinite charge on them and with give anyone who touches them upon activating a nasty electrical shock. Not strong enough to stun anyone but enough to slow them down." He hiked a thumb at the living quarters. "Vincent and Monroe are barricading the rooms with the crates we've collected and binding them down with these suckers."

The tactical sense of that was incredible. Beasts could burst in from the windows of the living quarters but the moment they tried to move into the living room, supposing they got past the fencing, they would be met with a massive barricade of electrified crates and survivors ready to meet them. Suddenly, they were no longer restricted to the second floor.

"Are we filling up the crates with anything?" Weiss asked.

"No. Why?"

"If we fill it up with some dirt, we'd make it heavier. It'd be harder to break past."

Craig nodded. "Good idea. Hand those to Monroe and start digging. Hell, if you can make a trench, that'd be great."

Weiss set to work with Owen by his side. Dennis and Terry had set up the turrets early on and were now helping the two older men set up the barricades. Weiss recruited them as well. They plucked some of the unused crates and carried them outside. A shovel was found in the tool cabinet in the greenhouse and they quickly put it to good use, digging a trench around the south side of the Safe House and storing the dirt in the crates. After five runs, they had five crates filled with dirt, nice and heavy.

The sun had begun setting and the trench was incomplete but they would have to make do.

Owen, Terry and Dennis collapsed on the floor upstairs, exhausted from the day's work. Their muscles were strained and each of them were sweating profusely. Weiss saw his opportunity and snatched four peaches from the stock they had in the kitchen. He carried them upstairs and offered them to the four.

None of them rejected the offer and devoured the fruit. After the first bite, their eyes went wide and they eagerly devoured the rest of the fruit. Weiss fought down a smile as he ate his own peach, his strained muscles filling with new strength. He felt a faint pressure against his cock and kept his features still. Maybe he was imagining it but he could have sworn he saw the muscles on Owen just grow a little. Same with Dennis. Terry looked just a little less rotund.

That turned him on immensely.

"That was good," Owen gasped. "Is there more?"

Weiss finished his peach and clapped his friend on the shoulder encouragingly. He gave the bony appendage a light squeeze and did feel a bit of resistance there. "Take it easy, champ. Plenty more where that came from. We'll get more tomorrow. Whatcha say?"

Before he could answer, though, Jack bolted up the stairs, looking frantic.

"Have any of you guys seen Colin?"

Day 8 8:00 PM - Colin

Colin felt utterly rotten.

Jack had just trusted him with incredibly sensitive information and he had chosen to throw that back in their leader's face all in the name of self-preservation. After Jack's speech about staying together, he had decided to turn his back on the rest of the survivors just so he could make it for another night.

He was actually at the doorway to the vine-covered Safe House when the doubts started creeping in. The cries of the Beasts, however, urged him forward and he was suddenly going back into the top bedroom and burying himself beneath the sheets, trying not to think about what could happen.

"They made it one night... They can make it again," he told himself, over and over again. The doubts remained, however.

"I'm a fuckin' chicken," he grumbled, lying in the bed. He had to cover his ears with a pillow to keep the shouts of the Beasts from reaching him.

In his imagination, he saw those monsters leaping over the Safe House's defences and wreaking total havoc upon the defences. Hell, he imagined Monroe turning into one of those... What did they call them? Sky Roos and ripping everyone to shreds.

And what would happen if they did survive?

What would Colin do then? Could he just walk back up there and they'd welcome him with open arms? Of course not. Duncan would tear him a new one and Jack would be right there alongside him.

What few friends he had, he had just effectively alienated.

Worst. Decision. Ever.

And what if they didn't survive? Maybe that was the only positive thing in this. Maybe if the other survivors fell, none of the Beasts would be searching for him? Could he live on this island indefinitely and just skirt about the Beasts, being a ghost that would forever we hidden from the Producer's view?

"This is fuckin' crazy!" he shouted, tossing the pillow aside angrily. "First thing tomorrow, I'll go up there and do something to make it up to them!"

Beasts roared somewhere in the distance.

Or... he could always launch a one-man vendetta against the Beasts right now and take them by surprise from behind.

...

Just thinking of the homosexual innuendos made him sick and Colin turned over in his bed, burying his face in the remaining pillow and attempting to get to sleep. It took all his effort to try and sleep. Somehow, he managed it and he found himself back in his old eighteen wheeler, driving back down the highways of home bringing loads to wherever they were needed. He had his friends meeting him at the depots, going back to his house in the suburbs to relax and back to normalcy.

No threat of Beasts coming in every night to break down his door and rape him.

No wondering whether or not he would win the challenge that would either grant him some great reward or end up getting him locked out of his house.

No having to manoeuvre through the machinations of raging Scotsmen or gay teenagers.

He was back home.

And that's all he really ever wanted. To always be back home.

He smiled contently to himself. His home was modest, a little messy and by no means suitable for a lady but it was his home and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. There was his couch, his TV, his minifridge... and everything he ever wanted.

Colin glanced down and smiled.

The cute little kid that knelt in front him smiled back. Both of them were naked and the guy had his lips wrapped around the tip of Colin's thick, uncut sausage. The trucker moaned softly when the kid licked his cock, his meaty hands curling around the back of the kid's head and spearing him more on his cock.

This is what he missed most about home.

All the kids wanting to suck him off.

He was a stud!

He didn't care if they were hitchhikers or whatever else. They wanted him. Yeah... They wanted his cock in their mouths or better yet, in their ass. Yeah... Colin grunted softly as he began to gently thrust himself into the young man's face, his mind a blur with feelings of contentment and lust.

That all shattered like glass when he felt something press up against his exposed ass.

Colin's eyes sprang open abruptly. The illusion of his home was gone and he was back in the dilapidated ruins of a former Safe House. But something was wrong. He tried to sit up but found his wrists firmly bound to the bed. His darted left and right, the same scene unfolded before him. Thick, green vines had wrapped themselves around his wrists and held him firmly to the bed. His shirt was left intact but his pants lay neatly on the side. His legs were splayed wide while another thick vine had attached itself to his cock!

This vine was different from the rest. It was translucent and through the soft moonlight, he could see the thick veins that rippled inside of its thin skin. The vine had speared itself on Colin's erect cock and he could see his dick pulsating inside of it. He couldn't help but moan softly as the vine undulated, simulating a pair of lips and a throat that gently massaged his cock. It was like a pair of super-long lips that sucked on his cock from all directions; nothing like he had felt before!

But the lust was quickly pushed aside when he saw a big, black tentacle-like vine slithering up the bed and felt it press itself against his ass.

"What the -!?"

He never got to finish that thought. Another vine lashed out from somewhere above him. Unlike the others, it ended in a bright, red flower with five petals. It slammed right into his mouth, the petals wrapping around his face with surprising strength. His mumbled cry was instantly stifled when he felt something thick, warm and slick push into his mouth. A sticky, sweet liquid began seeping onto his tongue and slowly dripping down his throat.

Colin's struggles lost their energy as his eyelids slowly grew heavy and his body became more and more relaxed. His cock jerked inside the translucent vine's embrace, spewing a few drops of precum into the vine's gullet, if it could be called that. He could see the small traces of clear fluid speeding down the vine's length. The plant or whatever it was increased its sucking on his cock and slowly, the black vine pushed itself into his ass.

Strength returned to his limbs and he tried to break free, pulling at the restraints on his wrists and kicking out with his legs. The sweet fluids pumping down his throat grew more intense and he tried to keep them from reaching his stomach by trying to push the phallic-shaped protrusion from the plant away from his throat. But it would not move and he found himself falling back into a calm, lusty haze.

When the thick vine pushed itself into his ass, there was a burst of pain as he was penetrated for the first time. But the flower-vine poured more of the delicious, sweet nectar down his throat, like it was telling him that it was all going to be okay.

Colin found himself slipping into a strange half-sleep, half-waking state. He was aware of everything that was happing around him, aware of the pleasure and pain radiating from various parts of his body but at the same time, he couldn't do anything about it. He began sucking on the flower in his lips, trying to drown out the pain as the vine in his ass began thrusting back and forth. The sickening, squishing noise that filled his ears sent shivers down his spine. There was some sort of fluid that was dripping out from his anus and he guessed the vine was excreting some sort of lubricant to make its motions smoother.

Not that it helped.

It hurt like hell but at the same time, the dual pleasures of having his cock sucked and drinking the sweet nectar drowned out the agony. In fact, the pain began dying into a faint, pleasurable warmth. What disgust he felt died quickly as he began thrusting upwards into the translucent vine. Every time he pushed into it, the vine would suck even harder and his cock throbbed in gratitude. When he pushed back, he would spear himself on the black vine and send waves of pleasure coursing throughout his whole backside.

His toes began curling in pleasure, his hands forming into fists as he lustily allowed the plant to simultaneously pleasure and penetrate him. His mind drifted back to that image of having his cock sucked off by a cute little guy. However, this time, he could identify the guy.

It was Dennis... that kid that had given him the book that led him here.

Fuck did he want that kid to really suck off his dick. In his mind, Dennis was sucking deep on his pulsating black cock. The pressure in his ass was brought but Duncan's thick, Scottish cock. The massive, abrasive fireman grinned at him, holding him down and shoving that warm dick up his ass. Colin was swaying in pleasure, grunting like an animal.

"Oh fuck me..." he moaned. "Fuck..."

Then, he found himself staring at Jack. All four of them were lying down and Jack smiled down at him, cock in his hands and erect.

"We've got to stick together, Colin."

Then that member was being stuffed down his throat and he was in heaven.

Colin was thrusting wildly into Dennis' mouth and Duncan did the same with his ass. Jack was the only one that was gentle, sliding his cock lovingly into Colin's throat as the trucker ravaged it with kisses, licks and hungry sucks. The pressure in his loins grew and grew until he came to a crossroads.

Some sane part of him screamed to desist.

He knew this was an illusion. He knew this was not real and he knew that the plant was some part of the game that was designed to turn him into a Beast! He had to fight it!

But it felt so good and it would feel even better if and when he came!

His cock burned, yearning for release.

No! He had to fight! Remain human! Get out of here alive!

But... cock!

Fight!

Cock!

In the end, cock won and Colin thrust his hips upwards in one final blow. The illusion shattered around him as his cock was hit by violent spasms and spewed the biggest load he had ever produced. Like a vacuum, the translucent vine drew every drop greedily, timing itself with every jerk of Colin's body as his precious seed was drained into the plant.

Sweat rolled over the trucker's body and he collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted though his mental faculties were quickly returning to him. The flower binding his lips retracted its phallic extension but did not leave.

Then he saw it.

His eyes widened as a thick, bulbous something began travelling down the black vine's length. He wanted to scream but he was just far too exhausted to do anything. All he could do was watch as the bulge disappeared from view... and he felt it push into his ass. It felt like a goddamn baseball was being shoved into his ass!

But the pain was passing. Warm fluids squirted into his ass, easing the passage of the object. The moment that it was inside, the black vine pulled out, leaving him feeling full, but at the same time, very cold. The translucent fine pulled free, leaving his cock dripping with slick, clear fluids like saliva. The flower around his lips pulled away, closing its petals and leaning forward like it almost kissed him before retreating back into the folds of the vines. The other plants restraining his wrists slithered away.

Colin was left gasping, lying there in his sweat and shame.

Now he was trapped.

Either go back into the midst of the battle... or stay here and be raped by plants.

Somehow, he felt the plant was done with him for the night and he just buried himself beneath the sheets, huddled up in the foetal position. He tried to get some sleep again but fear kept him more than away.

Even when the sun began to rise, he hadn't drifted into sleep again.

The entire time, he was aware of the thick object still stuffed into his ass.

Day 9 6:30 AM - Owen

The night's defences had held up surprisingly well. The barricade on the ground floor was a killing ground, figuratively speaking. High Horns that had gotten through the fencing and mines tried charging the barricades. However, the survivors were waiting. Accompanied by automated turrets, they were able to hold them off. High Horns would try to grab them but had to leap over the huge crates that were at least four feet high. Their huge bulks just could not leap over that height and they were gunned down. Many of them roared in frustrated when they tried charging and bounced back thanks to the electric ropes that held them down.

The Sky Roos were a bit more of a problem. They leapt over the defences and if they weren't cut down by the turrets on the roof, they would make it into the courtyard and join the High Horns trying to storm the lounge. After realizing they were only going to be beaten back they had changed tactics and attempt to full on crash-tackle the survivors on the second floor balconies instead of leaping on to the roofs. More than once, a survivor was thrown to the ground by a landing Sky Roo but automated turrets and teamwork freed them instantly.

In the end, it had been a hard-won battle but they had succeeded.

Owen felt exhausted again and didn't have time to really relax when the monitors sprang to life and McManus appeared, grinning at them like he always did.

"Greeting, Survivors. Congratulations on making it this far. Today, your Reward Challenge will take place here." A map appeared on the screens. "You have two hours to meet me there. Good luck."

Then he was gone.

Right... today was reward day. It was hard to believe that just three days ago, they had the Elimination challenge. Sighing, he got up but almost fell back down completely from exhaustion.

"Yo! Owen! Heads up!"

He looked up and caught the heart-shaped peach. Weiss gave him a wink that stirred his cock, the only muscle in his body that wasn't completely exhausted. Without even thinking, he bit into the peach, savouring its taste. Strength returned to his muscles and he was back up to his feet. Weiss handed a peach to Dennis and Terry in turn while offering some to the older survivors. Only the two boys took it while the others began surveying the damage.

Vincent came down from his perch and warned them to avoid the courtyard until the last of the Beasts departed.

"Do we still have any of those Shock Wires left?" Craig asked.

"Dude, we just finished a night-long battle," Duncan groaned, too weary to be his normal blustery self. "Give us a few seconds to catch our breath!"

Jack answered him. "We do. Just about twenty metres though."

The soldier turned to Jack. "What do you think of setting up a net running from the tip of the rooftops to the railings on the balcony. If we do that, we could effectively stop any Sky Roos from leaping at us."

Jack's eyes brightened. "Good idea. Let's start that up after we get back from the reward."

Craig shook his head. "No. I'll get to work on it. The rest of you go to the challenge."

Everyone froze.

This... was unexpected.

Owen had his mouth wide open even with the half-eaten peach in his mouth.

"What...?" Jack replied.

Craig lifted a finger. "Its seven o'clock now. In two hours, we've got the reward challenge, that places us at nine o'clock. Assume that the challenge will take thirty minutes and then accounting for travel, we'll be at ten o'clock. A supply drop will likely occur and then that's even more time we've lost. The Beasts will likely change tactics after their great loss today. We need to prepare. The Shock Wires will need to be set up, the rest of the crates filled with dirt and a trench built. That's not enough time in the day to complete it all if we all go."

"Fine," Duncan grunted, waving his hand. "You go and lose your chance at getting a fighting chance out of this thing. I'm going."

"I'll stay too."

All eyes flicked to the door.

Colin stood there, looking much more tired than before. Duncan's eyes instantly flashed with rage and even Jack looked annoyed. All the survivors took a step away from the trucker except for Duncan who stormed forward. Father Macarthur cut him off, throwing himself in front of Duncan.

"Let us not judge," warned the priest.

"I don't need your preachy words, padre," growled Colin, shoving the priest aside and puffing out his chest at Duncan. "Say it."

Duncan stared down at him, snarling. "No. You say it. I want to hear you admit what a fuckin' chicken you are!"

Colin narrowed his dark eyes. "Alright. I'm a coward. Last night, I ran off and left all of you to the Beasts. I have no excuse. I ran. I was scared. And now I've come back hoping that you'd forgive me. I'm willing to forego the reward challenge if it'll let me stay here again."

"No." It surprised everyone that Jack had said those magical words. Their leader stood beside Duncan, even more imposing than the tall muscular fireman. Owen shrank back from Jack. "You betrayed us, Colin. We could've used you last night."

Colin said nothing.

"So, you'll stay here and help Craig set up the defences. But tonight, you go hide everywhere it is you're hiding. If you make it out alive and fully human for the night, you can come back."

A sort of elimination. Owen thought it was fair. Most of the other survivors did too. They had made it through the night without Colin's help and surely they can make it through another one without his help again. It would take time for the wounds to heal and no one trusted Colin. At least less so than Duncan.

"That's fair," Colin said. "So... Can I use the toilet?"

Owen could have laughed at that moment. Clearly, wherever Colin had been hiding, it didn't have internal plumbing.

After a quick breakfast and two more peaches, Owen followed the other survivors out of the Safe House and to their destination. He walked beside Weiss and flanked Terry. Dennis stood beside Jack. It was a longer trip to the location of the Reward Challenge than last time and it had been good that they had left early. When they arrived at nine o'clock on the dot, they were surprised to find what looked like a lake of pool of knee-deep water stretching out before them with stepping stones stretched out before them.

McManus stood near the pool, holographic as ever.

"Good morning, survivors," he said with his ever-present grin. "Today's Reward Challenge will test your instincts, agility and luck." He nodded towards the stretch of water. On one side was a large 'Start' flag and on the other a 'finish'. "The goal is for each survivor to try and make it to the other end of the pool. There are a total of twenty-four stepping stones on each row except for the first row which has eleven, one for each Survivor." McManus gazed across the group. "I see we are missing two."

"Craig and Colin decided to skip this one," Owen said.

"Better chances for you then." McManus turned back towards the pool. "A certain number of the stepping stones are rigged to sink. Each Survivor is to take a starting stone and then when I give the go ahead, each of you will leap from stone to stone until you can make it to the end. Remember, even if your stone starts to sink, you have about a second or two before you hit the water. Those who hit the water, are eliminated from the game. First one to reach the end gets a reward."

"And what is the reward?" rumbled Duncan. "Another girly spa date?" He flashed a sinister grin at Monroe who turned away in disgust.

"No. Today's reward is this." McManus stepped aside and there was suddenly a supply crate behind him. It sprang open on its own.

The survivors huddled around it and gawked.

"Those are the CML-S20. Short for 'Cluster Missile Launcher - Shock 20'. So named because these launchers fire twenty dumb fire missiles and each one erupts in an explosion of electrical power that is enough to knock out a Beast for several hours. They only have a single shot per night and will reload before the sun sets each day. There are three here. However, all three have a bio-print security system meaning that whoever they are assigned to will be the only ones who can use them." McManus grinned broadly. "The winner of today's challenge will get to assign who these CMLs go to."

His smile grew broader. "Fun fact: our research and development teams have affectionately called these the 'Clusterfuck Launchers'."

"I can see why!" Duncan exclaimed, grinning broadly. "I want me one of those!"

"Then you better win it first," Monroe said, taking up one of the starting stones. "Come on! We're wasting daylight!"

McManus chuckled.

Owen positioned himself on one starting stone. Energy coursed through his veins. One of those things would surely mean a great boost in their defences but he also saw a massive hole that McManus so conveniently avoided mentioning. That bio-print made sure that only one person could ever use them. So... if the person wielding it fell to the Beasts for whatever reason... then they lost the Clusterfuck Launchers for good.

Evil.

"Survivors ready?" McManus shouted.

Owen crouched, ready to begin. He wasn't sure if he wanted one of those things but if he did win one... he could give one to Weiss. Maybe the other to Jack. That would earn him brownie points with both.

"Go!"

He leapt off onto his first stone. Like many others around him, they stood there, watching the round, grey piece of rock and watching for signs of sinking. When it didn't move, he grinned and jumped onto the next one. Monroe, Duncan, Jack and surprisingly, Father Macarthur had forgone caution and were leaping from stone to stone.

His heart suddenly pounding in his chest, Owen began chasing after them.

"No!"

Dennis dropped into the pool and looked utterly dejected as he was forced to wade through the water and pull himself out.

He had to be more careful. Owen made his next jump and felt the stone beneath him shudder. Without even thinking, he jumped onto the next one. He heard the loud splash of the stone dropping into the water behind him and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey!"

He glanced up in time to see Duncan elbow Jack and throw their leader off. Jack hit the water hard but McManus said nothing. The anger in Jack's eyes was only temporary as a shadowy figure leapt over him. Vincent just came out of nowhere and was sweeping past the others, reaching Duncan. The fireman flashed him a sinister grin.

And Vincent...

Vincent winked.

The park ranger was faster and leapt two stones ahead of Duncan before abruptly spinning around and -

WHAM!

SPLASH!

... tackling Duncan.

They both went down into the water with Duncan cursing all the way. Jack didn't hide his mirth at the sight.

"Stop! Stop now!" McManus shouted and everyone froze.

Owen realised Duncan - with his superior weight and red-faced anger - had risen from the waters and shoved Vincent down. He was holding the park ranger beneath the waters!

"Stop it!" shouted Owen.

"Hold where you are, Owen," McManus shouted. "I will take care of this."

Thunk!

A dart sprang from nowhere and embedded itself into the side of Duncan's neck. The fireman went rigid and looked up. The moment of weakness allowed Vincent to slip from his grip and rise out of the waters, gasping for breath. The red in the fireman's face suddenly faded and his blue eyes grew drowsy, weary.

"Please step out of the pool, Duncan."

The fireman lumbered forward, a bit of drool pooling at the corner of his half-open lips.

"What did you do to him?" Jack asked, helping Vincent out.

"Just a mild mind control drug. He will be back to normal by the end of the challenge."

A chill ran down Owen's spine. Suddenly, it was just himself, Terry, Weiss and Father Macarthur on the field.

"Now that we are ready," McManus said as the losers stepped out of the pool. "Continue!"

Owen began leaping from rock to rock. He heard Weiss curse as he fell prey to a trick rock.

Now only Terry and Macarthur were his opposition. His chances were -

Shlurp...

The rock beneath him gave way.

"No!" He quickly leapt to another rock.

Shlurp

"You've got to -"

He danced onto another rock.

Shlurp-shlurp-shlurp!

He was screaming in frustration by the time he found another safe rock.

Splash!

Terry fell into the pool.

Only Father Macarthur now and he was near the finish line!

Owen raced after him, ignoring all else as he jumped from stone to stone. He became dully aware of cheers rising up from the sidelines. His cheeks filled with blood in a blush as he saw Weiss cheering him on alongside Dennis and Terry. Even Jack was shouting 'go-go-go' though he thought it might just be a generic cheer.

He could win this!

He could actually win!

Shlurp!

His foot slipped into the water. He was too engrossed in the cheering to really aim where he was throwing himself and just ended up landing in the water, missing a rock by several yards.

"Gah!" he shouted, punching the water angrily.

Father Macarthur made it to the finish line unopposed. Everyone was cheering. Except for Duncan. The drug had worn off and he was glaring at Vincent who remained as stoic as ever though there was a smugness in the way he folded his arms. They crowded around the Father who was given the CMLs.

"Congratulations," McManus said, beaming. "Please be informed that this is the coordinates of your next supply drop." He handed Macarthur a map. "Get back quickly. The Beasts will not wait."

Day 9 2:30 PM - Jack

Jack knew he shouldn't be happy but just the fact that Duncan hadn't won and Vincent had shot him down in such a fantastic fashion filled him with energy and glee. He couldn't help but keep flashing Duncan a smug smile especially as he held his new CML. While 'Clusterfuck Launcher' did sound very badass, Dennis had actually suggested calling them 'Camels' mostly because that was what their abbreviation came close to... and it was less offensive.

He liked it.

Father Macarthur had given Jack and Monroe a Camel each. Duncan was opposed to one going to Monroe but the priest had insisted upon it. When Duncan almost punched him, Macarthur just stood there, calmly, serenely. There was an aura of authority about him that just caused the fireman to turn away and huff loudly.

That gave more fuel to Jack's satisfaction at seeing the fireman humbled.

He approached Vincent just before they breached the forest to get back to the Safe House. "What ever possessed you tackled Duncan like that?"

The park ranger shrugged. "He is a liability. He does not wish to work alongside the team. A wolf who is unable to work with the rest of the pack is alienated and taken down by the stronger wolves. The fact that he is so selfishly trying to win the reward is testament to his personality." Vincent's eyes darkened as he eyed the storming fireman. "Jack, I will keep an eye on him. But I would like you to keep an eye on Father Macarthur too."

Jack blinked several times in surprise and lowered his voice. "Why Macarthur?"

"Have you ever seen a middle aged man move like that?"

He could not deny that he was a little surprised at Macarthur's spryness but didn't think that was grounds for suspicion. Still, he didn't want to turn down Vincent. Making more enemies was not on his agenda.

So, instead...

"Listen, Monroe told me that during his outing with Shady, that McManus revealed to them there was a mole in our team."

Vincent straightened and nodded. "I see. We best keep an eye out then."

He nodded in agreement and followed Vincent back to the Safe House. Dennis, Weiss and Owen had gone to pick up the supplies and he could actually see their shapes not too far away from them. The supply drop hadn't been too far apparently.

When they returned to the Safe House, he could see Craig setting up the Shock Wires on the second floor. Most of the second floor was already covered. Colin was just finishing up with the trench. He was unable to move the heavy crates back into the House but Jack was more than happy to lend him a hand. They hastily set up their defences for the night. More Shock Wires and a single turret was provided to them. They placed the turret in the middle of the courtyard just in case any Sky Roos breached those already on the roof.

They put on their protective vests and sat down for dinner, cooked by Colin. It was clear the trucker was trying to win them over. There was a panicked, fearful look in his eyes that told him he was very scared. Jack hated to throw him to the fire like this but he knew he had to earn everyone's trust again. He couldn't just welcome Colin back into the house without some form of punishment after what he did.

It was five thirty in the evening by the time they were ready for their next engagement. Jack knew he still had an hour or so and he hadn't gotten any rest for the whole day. However, the rush of the Reward Challenge and the weight of the Camel gave him some energy. He was confident their defences would hold up and decided he'd rest once the battle started. Maybe grab a few hours of sleep when things had quietened down.

In the meantime, he went to the library and shut himself in the camera room.

He took a breath and regarded his reflection in the one-way window. "I know you're there."

...

No response.

"Hey! Director! I'm talking to you!"

"Hmmm?" came the response. It sounded like the Director had his mouth full. "Oh, sorry about that. I was having my dinner. Hey, Jack. How can I help?"

Jack was surprised at the almost... human quality of the Director but he had decided long ago that anyone who would put people in this sick game against their will was far from human.

"I came to... talk," Jack responded slowly. "I want to know more about this game."

"Sounds fair. I find it surprising, however, that you haven't shared your knowledge with the rest of the group. Why is that, Jack? Why haven't you told anyone else that you're openly cavorting with the guy who funds this wonderful show?"

He froze but quickly threw aside whatever retort he had. "Hey, I'm asking you the questions."

"Okay. Fair enough. However, I've got a dinner date in thirty minutes. Can we make this quick? I'll give you the answer to one topic of your choice."

"A dinner date?"

"Well... I wouldn't call it a 'date' entirely. It's more like a thinly veiled kidnapping disguised as a dinner date. I client wants to turn his life from a nerdy assistant programmer for a subpar IT consultation company into a big, buff bodybuilder. We need to kidnap his boss and then selectively erase his memory of ever hiring the fellow so that our client isn't dogged by his former boss."

Jack winced at that. Evil had new meaning with these guys. "Okay... Is there really a mole amongst our group?"

"Oh most definitely. I won't deny that. You might think that I'm lying but that's up to you."

"Why would you tell me?"

"Because I'm thoroughly enjoying the turmoil in you. You're the idealistic guy that wants to bring everyone together, to unite them as one, but at the same time, you've got this sickening feeling in your gut that if you let someone in too close, they might be the mole and could consequently turn on you, using your words said in confidence against you. It is simply... scrumptious_."_

"Sick bastard."

"You think so? I have been feeling a flu coming along."

Jack groaned and was tempted to end the impromptu interview there and then but decided he needed more information. _"_This mole..."

"A history on the moles of previous seasons," the Director began. "Sometimes, we like hypnotising the mole and planting suggestions into their minds. That way, their 'traitorous' actions are just subconscious and they don't really know that they're doing it. Other times, we ingrain it into their personality through various pieces of meddling in their lives all the way from when they were born. Yes, we have that much foresight. We reach through time and space, Jack, conditioning a single man from birth isn't so hard."

So... The mole could have been raised to be a traitor, to be loyal to the Conglomerate or he might not even know that he was doing these things. His first thought was of Duncan... and then of Vincent. Could they...?

"But, there are those moles that we just hire. Sometimes, people are just so willing to become something that they're not that they would betray their fellow man for the opportunity. The grass is always greener, Jack. Remember that."

A soft beeping hit his ears.

"Aaaaand... it's time for me to kidnap a rich, pretentious prick. Have fun, Jack. Hit me up anytime."

A knock suddenly came to the door, making Jack jump.

"Y - Yeah?"

The door swung open.

It was Weiss... and he looked worried. Jack was halfway out of his seat when the jock spoke.

"Did you see Dennis?"

"No... why?"

"He's gone... and the attack is about to start!"

Day 9 8:30 PM - Colin

So either go throw himself into the midst of the Beasts and be turned into one of them... or go back to the old Safe House and throw himself into the rapacious plants. Colin stood at the front door of the old Safe House and wondered if there really was a choice. He glanced over his shoulder where the Beasts had begun attacking the current Safe House.

"I can make it one night," he told himself.

He looked down at his palms and clenched them into fists. A lump formed in his throat at the thick veins that crossed his forearms. They hadn't been there before. No, he had been a tub of lard before. He had surprised himself when he managed to dig the trench around the Safe House all by himself. It didn't help that when he had used the toilet in the morning what came out was definitely lot something natural.

He didn't shit. No... What came out was a big, brown seed... one that was cracked open.

Something was in him.

And it scared him.

Thinking back, he remembered how Monroe and Shady had undergone a spa that had cleansed them of any Beast corruption. If he could just hang on until another such reward, he would be safe! Yeah... that's what he would do.

"Colin!"

He went rigid and spun around.

Standing on the sand just a few feet away from him... was Dennis.

"Dennis!" he cried, scrambling over to the young man. "What are you doing here!?"

"I followed you," answered the young man, beaming brightly. "It was unfair that they forced you out here. I know you were just trying to keep yourself from being turned and I know what you did!"

"But why did you follow me!?"

"Because I know that you used this old Safe House to keep safe! I figure that if you can stay here for the night, so can I!"

Another crossroads.

If he told Dennis the truth, the kid would run off and get turned by the Beasts. On the other hand, if he let him stay, Dennis might get raped by the plants. Hell, some part of Colin was actually stirring awake at the thought of taking the kid's mouth in his and shoving his dick up that virgin ass.

No!

"Okay," he replied shakily. "Just... stay quiet. We don't want to attract them."

Dennis beamed brightly and followed Colin into the multi-tiered Safe House. Colin gave him a room far away from him on some farfetched logic that if one of them was captured by any curious Beasts, the other would have enough time to get away.

"Have you had dinner?" Colin asked. Why was he asking? He made dinner that night.

"Yeah... but I'm a little hungry..." answered Dennis.

Colin pointed at the peaches that hung over Dennis' head. "Grab some of those. They're good." And tainted, he knew. They came from the plant that had raped him and planted a seed inside of him. No way it was purely just a fruit.

"Thanks. You heading to bed?"

"Yeah. Get some rest. Looks like you need it."

Colin quickly left Dennis, shutting the door behind him. He took a deep breath and rushed back into his room.

"Okay, I know you can hear me," he whispered softly, pursing his lips. "I... I'll let you do whatever you want with me. But leave the kid in the other room alone, you hear me? Just... leave him alone."

The vines around him shuffled. Multiple red flowers came slithering out on long vines while others began snaking in around him. He saw that translucent one creeping towards him and the black one that had implanted him with the seed.

He swallowed hard. "I'll scream," he said fiercely. "You know if I do, he gets away and I brought this."

He pulled out a Force Pistol.

The vines shied away for a second.

"Do we have a deal?"

There was silence.

Then... the red roses bobbed up and down.

Colin closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He threw aside the pistol, letting it clatter on the ground. Thick, green vines curled around his wrists and ankles, strong enough to lift him off the ground and carry him to the middle of the room. He was breathing hard, scared out of wit but he knew - for the first time during this whole experience - he was doing something right.

It game him faint comfort as the translucent vine slipped into his pants and cupped his cock. A moan left his lips and a shudder ran through his spine. There was a heady scent in the air and he was slowly giving into his lust, his tongue rolling out between his lips between pants. That red flower wrapped around his lips and pushed its slick, phallus down his throat, squirting its succulent nectar deep into his throat.

Just like last time, his mind grew hazy and the world around him drifted off into his dreamland. This time, he didn't fight it. He let himself float in the darkness of his own mind for a few more moments before the world reshaped itself into his house. Again, Dennis was in bed with him, lips closed around his cock which was poking through the fly of his pants.

A soft grunt came from behind him as Duncan loomed behind him, grinning his cocky grin. His monster of a cock was pressed up against his ass. Colin instinctively clenched his ass cheeks but had them brutally prised open. For a second, he flashed back to reality. The thick, writhing, black vine had pushed itself into his ass, tearing right through the fabric of his pants. It began pulling in and out, making him wince and moan in pleasure.

Slipping back into the world of his fantasies, he imagined Jack once more overing in front of him, cock pushing deep into his throat. His body was afire from the contact of the men and his own lust. His cock was twitching, yearning for release but it just would not rise.

Then, a fourth figure appeared.

A huge, muscular Beast appeared in front of him, unlike anything else he had encountered or read. He gave a confused mumble as the beast pressed his fingers against Jack's firm back, forcing the man to bend over and give himself some room. He could only see the creature's fingers but they were not clawed like the Sky Roos or even human-like like the High Horns. No... this creature had black caps on the ends of his fingers that had the same consistency as... hooves? When they tapped together, they gave a soft clicking noise.

Colin suddenly felt another cock press up against his ass and screamed. The Beast was going to tear him apart. But his cry was muffled by Jack's cock in his throat. He screamed as loudly as he could but the cock just came shooting into his ass, making tears well up in his eyes. Both Duncan and the Beast thrust into him, alternating and forcing his cock to jackhammer Dennis' mouth.

The illusion shattered for a second and Colin was back in the old Safe House. He could feel the two black vines pushing deep into him, making him moan lustily. Two other vines crept up his shirt and began gently caressing his nipples. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he slipped back into the dream world.

The constant shifting was starting to give him a headache but the pleasure of having the two, thick, warm cocks shoving into him was unbelievable! His scream became lusty moans and he was willingly thrusting his cock deep into Dennis. He was groaning despite the pounding headache that was starting to mount into a full grown migraine.

"Fuck yeah!" Duncan shouted.

His big hands suddenly clasped around Colin's waist. The trucker felt the cold touch of those hoofed hands and he glanced down. Duncan's whole hand matched the Beast's. His eyes went wide as he traced the growth of thin, brown fur rippling across the fireman's thick, muscular arm and roll up onto those broad shoulders.

Colin couldn't twist his head any further but when he felt a strange throbbing in his mouth outside of Jack's thrusts, he went cross eyed. The pink cock in his mouth turned jet black as Jack's brown pubic hair grew thick and almost fur like. Jack let out a lusty cry as the growth spread across his belly, hardening his abdominals into becoming drool-worthy. His thighs thickened, veins popping across their surface and each muscle standing out on their own even without the need to flex. Colin could only gawk and suck as he watched the change ripple up Jack's form and plump his pecks, leaving his bright, pink nipples exposed through the thin, brown fur. His arms shuddered with the change and he threw his head back in a look of pure ecstasy. His face stretched forward, his nose flattening out to match the square muzzle that quickly took shape. His eyes were shut in pleasure as two antlers began springing from the top of his rapidly changing head.

Jack was turning into a fucking stag!

The fear shook Colin out of the illusion and he found himself shuddering in pleasure. The headache became so intense that he felt it explode out from his head. All too late, he realised what was happening. He let out another muffled scream. The large, brown antlers sprang from the top of his head, twisting and curling into an impressive twelve-prong length that weight down his head.

Colin was forced to droop his head forward which, in turn, forced him to watch as the folds of belly fat that marked him as a trucker began to bubble and churn away. He watched with a mix of horror and arousal as his flesh melted away and he could suddenly see his rapidly thickening cock. The long, 12 inch, black member turned completely and utterly jet back though still retaining its human shape. It actually strained the translucent vine's length which filled him with a sense of pride.

He was turning into a fucking stag...

The change made his toes curl as he felt it writhing down his thighs and rippling across his toes. He could feel his heart pumping in his chest and his legs. An immense warmth was radiating from his stomach and he just knew it was the 'seed' that had been planted inside of him. With every beat, his flesh strained against the fabric of this clothes. He groaned with every pulse until his thighs erupted from their confines with a thunderous rrrrip!

That sense of pride filled him again as he spied the massive, muscular tree trunks that his legs had become. He could feel the bones cracking and lengthening, adding a good foot to his height. His feet brushed against the ground as his calves tore off the last remnants of his pants away. The throbbing intensified in his feet. His toes tore out of his shoes, their tips hardening. His big toe absorbed the one next to it while his remaining three merged into one, the flesh knitting together and sending waves of pleasure all the way up his legs and into his crotch. Their tips grew hard and became two, sharp hooves.

He was turning into a fucking stag.

The change changed direction and rippled upwards. He could feel the heat from his stomach intensifying at the base of his spine. The fur that covered his legs gathered there and new muscle gave form to a small, fluffy tail which was wagging in pleasure. Like lava flooding his veins, the change shot upwards. It bled into his abdominal muscles, pushing them outwards and increasing their size, pressing them against his ebony skin before they were covered in the thin, creamy white fur that only showed them off even more. Brown fur rolled up his back and his flanks as his lats broadened, pushing his shoulders out and giving him a very manly 'V' shape to his torso.

He moaned when the change forced his shirt open, revealing his exposed chest to the elements. A chill ran down his chest but that was quickly erased when the warmth of the change amassed in his pectorals, forcing them to grow outwards and broaden into the massive, dish plates there were always meant to be. His erect, pink nipples stood out against the creamy fur that quickly rolled up his neck, his voice deepening with the change.

He was turning into a fucking stag!

A stag!

Colin moaned loudly and found the strength to left his head back, thrusting his hips into the vine in his lust. The change spread into his arms and he flexed them both. Flabby flesh became rock-hard with growing muscles, enough to make any normal man blush with envy. Veins popped up against his titanic biceps and forearms. He was forced to stretch out his fingers as they were covered in the brown fur and tipped with the black hooves.

A stag!

"Colin?"

The door suddenly opened and his eyes went wide. Dennis stood there, gawking.

Colin rumbled in protest as the change quickly crawled up his face. He could feel it bleeding into his veins, slowly rippling up towards his lips but it never quite got there. Every inch that it drew closer, his lips would pull away, taking his flattening nose with it. He watched as a muzzle quickly shaped itself, the brown fur chasing his lengthening face. His ears were being pulled in the opposite direction, migrating to the top of his head.

Suddenly finding great strength, he bit down on the phallic flower and tore his muzzle away, spitting out the thing in his muzzle.

"Run!" he roared, his voice infinitely deeper than previous. "Get out of here!"

Dennis let out a very girlish scream and bolted.

Colin felt that pride flood him again. He had saved the kid. Then he arched his back as the plant intensified its assault, shoving its black vines deeper and deeper into him.

"Ah! Ah! Urgh!" he cried. "F - F - Fuck you!"

His cock was so painfully erect now... The cock of a real stag! A fucking, muscular stag!

"Oh fuck!" he cried.

His cock burst forth his pent up seed, the blast like a flood that actually shattered the vine sucking on his cock. His seed went spraying in all directions. He tore himself from the vines, collapsing to the floor on his hands and knees. He was left gasping and shuddering as his cock continued to spew his cum onto the floor.

A drizzle went onto his muzzle and he instinctively lapped it up.

It was sweet... like nectar.

A strange noise hit his super-sensitive ears... like dry leaves being brushed against one another.

The stag turned.

The vines were withering all around him. Everything was dying... because its job was done. It had created him... it made him into a stag... so it didn't need to exist anymore.

"Fuck..."

He peered down at his cock, watching it rise back up into attention.

He was horny again.

"Shit." The overwhelming desire to cum came like a tsunami and he instinctively rolled onto his back, gripping his passive cock in both hands and began stroking himself. "Fuck me..."

He was a stag.

Day 10 8:00 PM - Monroe

The battle had gone very smoothly.

Craig's suggestion of using the Shock Wires to effectively barricade the second floor prevented the Sky Roos from attacking the defenders directly. The trench tripped up the High Horns and the first floor barricade held off any that got through the initial defences with ease. Father Macarthur had to use his Camel once throughout the night but that was enough to make the Beasts wary and they stopped making blatant charges especially when Duncan hollered that they had another two of those 'motherfuckers' ready.

Everyone had gotten at least a few hours of sleep that night.

Everyone except for Monroe.

Why?

Because his feet were killing him.

Ever since he had been partially consumed by that Sky Roo's cock, his feet were sore all day. When the last Beast was gone, he was the first to head for the showers. He quickly bathed himself and let out a sigh of relief when he pulled off his shoes. He winced when he saw them.

They were still human but fuck did they look bigger than they were before. Maybe he was just being paranoid but...

A loud crash hit his ears.

He spun around and quickly put a towel over his waist. He was out of the shower but stopped when he saw a Sky Roo wading out of the pool area rubbing the back of his head. When they caught sight of each other, the Roo grinned from ear to ear.

"You're the guy I almost had, aren't you?"

Monroe made to cry out but the Sky Roo was suddenly upon him. The Beast slammed into him, feet first, shoving his thick toes straight into Monroe's lips while the rest of that gargantuan foot kept him on the ground. Thick tail thrashing in pleasure behind him, the Sky Roo leaned forward with a sinister grin on his face.

"You're lucky it's dawn or I would so have you right now," the Sky Roo said, jostling his impressive package that was back to normal size. "Hey, you starting to feel it yet?" He peered over his shoulder and grinned. "Oh yeah. Your feet are coming in nice and big."

Again, he turned back towards Monroe, with a big grin on his face. "So... You know you're fucked right?"

Monroe just stared at him angrily.

"Still gonna fight it, eh? Alright. I'll have fun. Tell you what? My name is 'Rush'. When you get nice and horny and you can't hide your feet anymore, look me up. Our base is on the coast. You can't miss it." Rush pulled away, grinning.

"See ya later..." He picked up Monroe's shirt. "Lance... Love that name. "

The Beast was quickly out of the shower room and no doubt slinking back to the forest. Monroe quickly scrambled to his feet and was throwing on his clothes in a hurry. His face was red both in fear and at the embarrassment that he was incredibly hard.

He hurried out of the room and went straight into the living room...

... only to find everyone gathered around a single figure.

Dennis.

"What's going on?" he asked.

Jack gave him a sad look.

"It's Colin. They got him."