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The source of the mysterious substance known as Cave Syrup, highly prized by alchemists, healers and chefs alike and worth 40 times it's weight in gold, has at last been made public. In this expose, I reveal not only the how the delicious elixer is extracted, but delve deep into the detailed workings of the process and it's secrets.

As you already know, some few years ago the special sauce swept the world with it's revolutionary powers. Often called "the elixer of life" by it's proponents, Cave Syrup is so rare and difficult to obtain that the secret of it's origin has been long shrouded in secrecy by those few (and now wealthy!) individuals who have managed to discover them. But finally one of those has come forward. Due to inevitable threats, he has chosen to remain anonymous, but not only has he told this reporter how it is done, but he allowed me to follow him deep into the cave wherein he has set up shop.

Yes, this reporter has personally witnessed the veracity not only of the source, but has personally tasted a drop of the Syrup directly from the source, as fresh as is possible to obtain!

"I've made enough money," he said as we walked deep under the earth. "It's high time the public know the truth."

Finally we arrived at a small chamber wherein stood a unique stone, vibrating audibly as we approached. While rare, these stones are not unknown to spelunkers. Due to some unknown resonance with the surroundings, they vibrate at various rates and frequencies in the dark places of the earth. This one, however, was fitted with an odd collar of sorts at the top and had been fitted with straps down two sides. The birdlike metallic spout and the stone cup under it's beak made it plain that the source of the Syrup would reveal itself upon this very rock.

"Resonance Stones are all different, you see," my guide explained as he began to make a weird hooting call between words. "Most aren't the right frequency for them. But this one is exactly right."

This reporter reached to examine the collar around the stone, but my guide slapped my hand away.

"NO! Don't touch that!" he implored and I desisted from further manual examination. He went on to explain, "I found the stone just like this. Who knows how long, or by whom this stone was fitted with the Gathering collar? I dare not bother it for fear it may mis-tune the stone from the right vibration - disturbing it may make the stone useless!"

And then the true source of Cave Syrup entered. She was a small kobold, no taller than my chest. Yes, a kobold - the humblest of intelligent creatures on earth, so worthless that even taking them as slaves is barely worth the effort. Yet here she came, and squawked in her unintelligible tongue. Fortunately my guide was familiar with their speech and squawked back in a similar fashion. She looked at me oddly, then hopped upon the stone. She spread her legs across the stone as my guide strapped her into place, her ass towards the spout as she began to coo.

"They love the vibrations!" my guide explained. "Gets em all horny. Here, look..."

He squawked at her again, and she opened her eyes from her rapture and looked back at us, raising her tail to reveal her butt and fine genitalia between the cheeks. Already her vagina was becoming moist. This reporter's eyes must have grown large as saucers as the source of the fabled Cave Syrup was revealed at last! The unique aroma of the sauce verified in an instant that this was no hoax. The source was right before me, flowing copiously as the little kobold returned to her cooing.

The first drop splashed into the small but deep stone cup and the kobold began to move.

"You see, we don't hurt them in any way," my guide explained as the drops began to gather. "They get a little rambunctious near the end, of course. The straps keep her from moving too much, and when they orgasm the juice _really_flows! So it's best we keep her pinned to the stone. Some of them get to bucking awfully much! Now Jenny here... I call her Jenny anyway... she doesn't get too crazy usually. But boy let me tell you, she can sure produce the product!"

As if on queue, the little kobold's rhythmic movements on top of the vibrating stone began to increase as her cooing became more of a guttural moan.

"There look at that!" my guide exclaimed and we got in close to watch as the fluid began to flow in greater quantity from the little reptilian pussy in front of us. 'Jenny' looked back at us, pure lust in her eyes, but her restraints held her in place and she closed her eyes again, squawking something with desperate tones.

"She wants you to stick a finger in her," my guide explained. "I usually don't oblige them. Afraid my finger might contaminate the Syrup. But you're welcome to if you'd like. Stuff is even better when it's still warm and fresh from the pussy!"

I took him up on his offer and plunged a finger deep within, feeling the soft walls inside her clench it, while she tried to buck against my hand. But as much as she obviously wanted me to continue to feel her vagina, I extracted my finger and smelled the single, glistening drop that hung there. This was Cave Syrup, pure and unadulterated! I let the drop fall on my tongue and swirled the sweet, pungent liquid all across my tongue to be sure I tasted every hint of it's flavor. It was better than any Syrup I'd ever had, still warm and viscous.

"Delicious," I said, opening my eyes again to the smiling Syrup purveyor.

"It is, isn't it? Best thing ever. Oh! Looks like you've set her off!"

Indeed, the little kobold was looking back at us, her eyes almost shut as she rode the stone to her climax in front of us. The flow of Syrup changing from individual drops to a stream that threatened to overflow the cup. I looked at my guide, but he shook his head.

"No, she won't overflow it," he said over the screaming of the kobold in her orgasmic throes. "I know my Jenny. She's just about done.

And again, the Syrup Farmer knew his stuff. The bucking kobold was indeed slowing, looking back at us with longing now as her hips began to slow, her bottom wet with her own juices as she slid over the stone's slick top. The flow slowed until it was just occasional drops and the kobold was moaning now.

My guide unstrapped her legs and 'Jenny' hopped down off the stone and hugged my leg. I had to shoo her away from my own genitalia as we bent to look at the cup. Nearly full! This single cup would fetch thousands on the market.

"What do you do with the rest on top?" I asked as he covered the cup and replaced it with a new one.

"Oh, I usually just lick it off. You want to do the honors?"

While the leavings on the stone were cooling by now, it was still nearly as fresh as straight from the source and was probably the most Syrup I've ever consumed in my life. I felt refreshed and, frankly, looked at the cup in envy.

"No, no, young man," my guide said as he cleaned and polished the stone till it was sparkling. "That's for the market!"

We began walking from the cave, the little kobold still holding my leg. As we neared the exit, the kobold cried something in her language and my guide answered her before she disappeared sadly back into the cave.

"How many you got down there?" I asked when we returned to his farmhouse.

"Oh, 18 active females. Some younger and some over the age though too. Had take the males out. They'd always try and come in and take over the milking. Made a mess of things. But I let em join the females in the springtime. Boy does the Syrup flow then!" he laughed, and I laughed along with him as we shared an iced tea, with just a hint of fresh-drawn Cave Syrup.