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NATURE CALLS: JOHN'S EXPERIENCE

Recent modern chronicled history is filled with horrible tragedies of people being exposed to realities, they previously considered to be nothing more than some fantasy conceived within the very creative mind of a successful writer or artist. The unfortunate truth behind these curious circumstances, is that the power to avoid such tragedy was always in the hands of these select few people having these experiences. All they had to do was accept what was happening around them and then make informed intelligent decisions to facilitate their successful understanding of what was actually happening to them. Our character John is about to be exposed to a similar circumstance and if he makes an intelligent informed decision, he will indeed successfully understand what is happening around him.

“When we get to the seed pool area of the swamp, it will get a little warmer. There is a hot air source that runs the entire length of the valley and happens to also run directly under the swamp, keeping both the pool water and the immediate surrounding swamp water warm. Craig calls it a geothermal channel and explained it's the same one that leads to the power plant, that provides power to the nearby city. The ground ahead gets very soggy and makes walking conditions nearly impossible, thus why we have four main elevated walkways, connecting the seed pool area to the surrounding solid ground of the swamp island..." Chester starts.

“...it's like a micro swamp in the middle of an island of dry land, that is also in the middle of a huge swamp itself." Tom politely interrupts.

John nods to both as confirmation he understood, when they both looked at him.

“The four walkways are connected with a wandering network of elevated cross walks, that form a complex web of paths through the area and occasionally connect with patches of dry land. Each of these patches have a cluster of pitcher plants. A welcome convenience when one chooses to wonder the entire area." Chester continues.

“Wait. Just how big is this micro swamp?" John asks.

“BIG." Came the joint response.

His nose then detected a familiar maple scent and felt his own cock begin to get hard.

“We're close now." Tom whispers into John's ear and gives his cock a quick squeeze.

The lighting level soon began dropping, as the overhead tree canopy began to grow dense again. The air itself also seemed to acquire a mild haze, while the ambient temperature increased a bit. John also heard a wood creaking sound akin to what a forest makes on a mildly windy day. Then he felt a draft blow past him, bringing with it a more intense variation of the infused air. His cock began mildly throbbing and dripping, as they kept walking further along the path. Then they finally arrived.

There was a definable termination barrier ahead that could be seen with the air taking on a quality that made it fluidly fluctuate in a way that made it look like it was made of rainbows. The draft also increased in strength and began fluidly fluctuating with a rhythm that seemed to match the color change. The air had a definable increase in density, that could be seen and felt. They crossed some obvious unseen threshold and was immediately exposed to foggy conditions. The illumination level drop to that of twilight. John also noticed the faint amber glow return to Tom's eyes. Directly ahead of them was the beginning of a wide elevated twelve foot wide walkway, that traced a perfectly straight path ahead in between a pair of tall trees. It appeared to be illuminated with small floating sources of light. All three stopped at this point, giving him a moment to take in the change in scenery. The elevated walkway seemed to be made of wood and travel a long distance into the thin multicolored fog ahead, then began to fade away. An illusion created by the fog itself and demonstrated by a group of trees ahead that looked more faded themselves. There appeared to be no seams to give away board separation. John walked ahead a little, before stopping and panning his head around in all directions. The fog effect could be seen everywhere and was negated to a small degree with the floating lighting sources, that appeared to move or sway with the air currents of the breeze gently blowing around him.

Closer inspection revealed them to be the same crystals hanging from the tree roots back at the village. There were literally thousands of them, hanging from the trees around him, as far as his limited vision would let him see in the multi colored fog. Chester walked up behind him and gave John a polite tap on the shoulder, then walked ahead and nudged his head to keep following along the walkway.

“So what do you think?" Chester asked over his shoulder.

“This is like a place you read about in a fairy tale." John answered.

“Like an enchanted forest or swamp?" Tom whispered and suggested in his ear. John nodded.

They finally arrived at the group of trees that was barely visible earlier. He couldn't resist looking back past Tom and noticed the pair of trees, that marked the entrance and beginning of the elevated walkway, was barely visible in the fog. The rest of the swamp beyond them seemed to not exist at all. It became clear that anyone new to this place could very easily get lost here. John looked forward again and could see clear signs of another elevated walkway intersecting with the group of trees. The area the trees occupied was big enough to fit a car inside it and the fog surrounding them was quite thick. As if the lighting level outside of them wasn't dim enough, the interior had the appearance of it being night time. John felt hands grip his own and was then led inside. The fog outside seemed to dissipate quickly, leaving the interior almost completely free of its influence. The lighting inside had some assistance via luminescent fungus growing at random locations along the tree bark. There was faint signs of some variety of ivy weaving between the fungus as well. His ears detected something that seemed to be nearby. He stopped, looked around and up, trying to find the source.

“Something get your attention, that we should know about?" Chester asked.

“I'm not sure. I could have sworn I heard some sort of moaning sound nearby."

“Well... everyone look around and make sure."

John looked around some more. The combination of the dim lighting and dense fog just outside the trees made it nearly impossible to find the source. Whatever it was, it seemed to be gone now.

“I guess it was nothing and just have to get used to this place." John admitted and blushed.

“Hey, don't sweat it sweetheart. Shall we continue?" John just nodded in response to Chester.

The three of them resumed their walk and was soon back out in the more visible area beyond the trees. The angle of the walkway then changed to a slightly noticeable incline. John judged it to be no steeper than about ten degrees. It was rather surprising to him that none of the walkway wood made any expected creaking sounds when being walked upon. Was it maybe connected with the trees and like alive? The walkway acquired a new feature, in the form of hand rails spanning in between suspension roots hanging from above. Up ahead of Chester, John spotted a familiar dimly lit tree cluster type, with another walkway intersecting it. He judged the spanning distance between the tree clusters to be about twenty four feet. Depending on how large the pool itself was and how wide the surrounding area could be, this special location could range from being very big to being absolutely huge in scale. Chester paused, to focus his attention on the internal features of the tree clusters, that obviously served as connecting hubs for the entire elevated walkway network.

“Notice the ivy like plant trailing along the trees here. Don't touch them, when passing through along the walkway. It leads to... how should I put this... inconvenient delays for getting to your destination. The pods on this ivy doesn't produce any knock out gas. Just a constant gradual infusion of the air to keep your dick hard. The ivy is a part of and works in tandem with these..." Chester paused.

He then walked backwards a little and pointed directly above his head. John walked up to him and looked up. This tree cluster had barely visible signs of something hanging over their heads. He squinted and let his eyes adjust a bit more to the dimmer lighting. There appeared to be many hanging vines, with their visible ends hanging no more than twelve feet above the walkway. There seemed to be no leaves attached to them and accurate assessment of their length was judged to be impossible, due to the source itself being completely concealed in the darkness above their heads. Chester resumed.

“Tom can tell you more about these tree clusters and the vines. I will be just a bit further ahead and walk slowly, that way you two can catch up when he is down with the little science lesson."

Chester gave John a pat on the shoulder and did exactly as he said. What little was actually visible of the vines appeared to be quite thick. He wondered if they were related or behaved in any way like the tendrils of the plants that milked him that first day. The ends certainly didn't appear to open in any way and if there was any kind of slick coating, it would reflect the glow from the fungus. They obviously served some function or they simply wouldn't be there. Tom walked up behind him and politely cleared his throat, while also looking up at the vines himself.

“Hey Tom. Chester says you could tell me more about these things."

“Sure. I could give it a try. I'm no biology genius like Jake, but I at least understand the basics."

“Which are..?"

“They grab you, then help make you into a needy milking toy." Tom whispers in his ear.

“Uhm, nice try. But those vines don't look like they can milk anything." John whispered back.

“Well, I did say they helped. I didn't say anything about them doing the milking themselves."

“So, like with the underwater plants, they are part of something else?"

“Now you're starting to catch on." Tom replies and then leans forward to wraps his arms around John in a soft warm hug. The gator man's dripping hard cock pushes in between his ass cheeks. “By the way, you DID hear a moan. I can show you exactly where that came from and at the same time show you something really cool."

Tom then reaches out with one hand and brushes it across some ivy nearby. The plant reacts the same way as the ivy in the garden and begins releasing heavy doses of the air infuser. John on reflex inhales the enriched air and closes his eyes, then pushes back and moans as the cock pushes inside him. He let's out a soft quiet gasp, as it makes contact with his prostate.

“That's it. Just breath in the air and enjoy the feel of my big gator meat inside you."

Tom glances up and spots the vines rapidly descending towards the two of them.

“We are about to get picked up and carried away. I will be right here with you. Relax."

John opens his eyes and spots the vines descending around him. The surrounding air becomes heavier and more infused, while the the cock inside him throbs hard and begins to fill him. The vines are efficient about finding the arms and legs of them both. as they begin wrapping around them. The grip is firm and gentle. He lost count in the very dim light of how many there actually were attached to them now. The unseen plant in the darkness above them somehow knew which ones to tense and lift with first, making the effort of getting them lifted and horizontal seem effortless. The shift in position shoved Tom's cock all the way inside John's ass in one swift movement, eliciting a unified long moan of satisfaction from both of them. Then with the same unified efficiency, the vines began lifting them vertically into the darkness. Neither one had no idea how far up they were going, only that they were swiftly being completely engulfed in the darkness. Then something above them broke the darkness with a dim glow like that of the fungus. It was round and big. Correction, as the vines drew them closer to it, it was very big.

“Uhm... Tom..."

“It's okay."

“But it looks big. Like big enough to... swallow you and me?"

“It's not going to eat us silly." Tom answers and kisses John on the cheek.

“Okay. So how big is this thing?"

“In my past experience, it was able to hold four of us inside."

The vines kept lifting them and it kept getting bigger.

“So how exactly does it g-..."

John's question got cut off as the round dimly lit sphere began splitting in half, with a slick organic slight ripping sound. A few additional and more familiar tendrils began coming out and descending towards them. The soft dim glow seemed to permeate the entirety of this plant pod. The internal illumination revealed that the tendrils all appeared to be coming from a unified source opening within the huge organic hinge, that kept this massive pod together.

The vines stopped their pulling motion, when the tendrils made contact with John's chest. They were coated like the water plant tendrils. More length was supplied by the source, as they began flexing and moving around. The ends kept opening and flexing, while searching for something. A mild suction sound would occasionally come from the them. Tom used his one hand resting near John's cock and gently guided a nearby tendril to it. The reaction was quick, as the tendril swiftly took all of the cock inside of it and began flexing around it. The sensation was familiar and exquisite. The combination of the infused air, the sucking tendril and the feeling of being filled, forced a very powerful orgasm out of John. He simply closed his eyes and rode it out, as Tom hugged his shuddering body tightly.

“Now the fun begins." Tom whispered into his ear and began filling him with even more syrup.

John opened his mouth to moan and a new lubed tendril found his mouth, as the other empty ones retracted back to the source. He was immediately fed a familiar maple tasting substance and began nursing on the tendril like a hungry baby.

“There you go. Just let go and let it use you and give you what you need."

The vines attached to their arms and legs flexed a little and began lifting them up into the pod. Tom let out a chuckle and patted John's bulging gurgling belly, as the two halves of the huge pod began closing around them and a new descending tendril found his ass cheeks. He reached back and help guide it in between them towards his hole. The tendril flexed and eagerly pushed right inside him, before plunging deep inside his gut. Tom moaned with intense satisfaction as it's presence hit and glided across his prostate.

“That's it big boy. Make us feel good and get what you need." Tom encouraged to no one.

The two halves of the pod had almost completed their closure around the new milking source, as the gripping vines began letting go and retreating away from them. The exit itself signaled with the sloppy slurping sound of them slipping through the sealed lips of the pod. The radical change in the ambient sound brought John's eyes open right away. Tom somehow knew what he was thinking.

“I know, right? The tissue of the pod completely shuts out all outside noise." Tom lets out another groan of satisfaction. “So all you hear is the sounds of sex and the plant doing it's job. Its even better when there is four of you, enjoying this together. Watching each other feed on a tendril, while getting filled by one and milked by another. All the while watching each others bellies get bigger and bigger. The sounds that go with all this make for a sweet song, that eventually lulls your mind into a state of perpetual sexual bliss. Then you simply sit there and just let go, as the plant uses you for as long it wants. Not a care in the world."

John soon found his body being visited with another orgasm and felt this one being different in a familiar way. Here it comes again. The experience beyond words, as what began coming up his cock flowed with a heavier presence than his cum. His prostate now throbbed in a regular rhythm, as he felt the familiar warmth fill his body again. He could hear his own belly gurgle much clearer inside the pod, as well as the belly that began pressing into his back. Tom was being filled as well. Which meant even more would be flowing through him and out his cock. The feel of the pod interior was spongy to the touch on his hands and feet, as he moved them into place and acquired a more practical crab like position. As if Tom was able to figure out what was happening, he began gripping and moving the legs around, as John began spinning himself around on the cock to face him. Both then allowed themselves to relax and recline against the curved walls of the pod. Tom could feel the syrup being pumped into him surge harder and knew his body would soon be doing the same with John. The man better be ready. Because this was going to be a mind shattering intense first time for him.

“Fuck this is great. I get to watch you and me get round bellies, while feeling that wonderful syrup flow through both of us like a river."

Tom and John closed their eyes, as the combined sensations and sounds lulled their minds into that state of not carrying what happens. Their minds became blank and filled only with thoughts of pure unrestrained lust. Their bodies surged with the need to be filled and milked endlessly. The gurgling inside Tom's belly increased, as it finally swelled to it's final round limits.

John moaned quite loudly as he felt a big surge of syrup dump into his guts, causing his own belly to begin swelling towards it's own round limit. But then the surge didn't stop. It just kept going. Both of them went completely limp, as a familiar warmth consumed their bodies and the syrup finished rounding their bellies and then filled their stomachs. The pod around them began making it's own gurgling sound, as syrup began surging harder through its internal canal.

The syrup inside both of them began making it's way up their throats.

The tendril in John's mouth flexed and jerked itself free and retracted back to the source.

The syrup inside them both finally completed its path and began running out their slack mouths.

Both were laying there staring at each other and yet looking at nothing.

The surge of the syrup through their bodies increased.

Eventually everything fell into sync. The surges evened out, as the syrup flowed more freely.

The milking tendril then finally fell in sync and the overall flow became one.

The pod surged harder.

What syrup could not leave through the feeding tendril on John's cock, came out their mouths.

A small pool of syrup began forming around them.

The pod surged harder and the flow increased.

Nothing else in the world mattered to John and Tom, but to simply be used.

The pool of syrup began slowly rising.

Outside the plant pod and up the walkway, Chester was returning to the tree cluster, with three large bath towels under an arm. Once he reached the much dimmer interior, the heavily infused air hit his nose and he inhaled deeply. His cock throbbed hard and began pumping out syrup in a slow steady trickle. He took a few steps forward and felt his foot step in something warm. The gator man tossed the towels clear of the tree cluster and then lowered to his knees. He dabbed a finger into the small pool forming at his knees and dripping from above, then brought it to his extended tongue. He just grinned and chuckled, before readjusting his position and laid down on his back over the puddle. The feel of the fresh warm syrup, under him and trickling down across his belly, felt great.

“Good job Tom." Chester commented and put one arm up behind his head as a pillow.

He simply stared up into the darkness at the faint round glow, knowing exactly where the other two were at and the exquisite pleasure they were experiencing together inside the plant pod. He began slowly stroking his own throbbing cock and occasionally stopping to smear more of the trickling fresh warm syrup across his body.

Inside the pod, the syrup level had risen high enough to be lapping at their belly buttons. The syrup itself was surging through their bodies so much, that it was simply gushing out of their open mouths. The pod then began to surge and gurgle in a slightly different way. The feeding and filling tendrils retracted, back into the pod itself, as the hidden submerged holes in the pod walls opened and began the task of draining the filled chamber of the syrup. Tom was the first to recover and regain coherent thinking. The persistent familiar sounds inside the pod were interrupted by the occasional bubble of gas finding its way to the surface of the surrounding syrup pool. He spotted a big bubble form and then popped. Tom snickered loudly and simply just sat there, while rubbing his gurgling belly and letting the rest of the syrup drain out of him. John began to show signs of coming out of his own syrup infused lust day dream.

First the syrup slowed to a trickle.

Then it stopped as John finally blinked his eyes and licked his lips.

Tom's belly was nearly back to normal and stopped gurgling.

The syrup levels in the chamber were beginning to drop.

Tom leaned forward and began rubbing John's chest.

John blinked once again and showed signs of recognizing Tom visually.

He then glanced at the pod walls and then at Tom a bit confused.

The plant was being a little noisy with draining the chamber of the syrup.

The syrup level had finally dropped to being just a couple inches deep, as the pod went quiet and stopped the draining process.

“Hey. There is our champ." Tom chided encouragingly.

“How long?" Came John's hushed response.

“No idea. It depends on how much flow the plant needs. Sometimes people are trapped in these things for a whole day. Sometimes just an hour. Jake can explain the details of the actual process later."

John's belly gurgled a few more times, as it finally returned to normal size and he began moving himself to sit more upright. Tom pulled him into a hug and gave him a few firm pats on the back. John returned the favor and both got the expected reaction of belching loudly. Both snickered.

“So what happens next and..." John then realized they were setting in warm syrup.

“We wait for the pod to release us and flush itself out." Tom answered.

“Uhm... doesn't that mea-..."

“We will be just fine and no... it will not simply open up and drop us silly." Tom interrupted.

“So, did this..." John raised a syrup coated hand and looked at Tom questioningly.

“Yes that really came out of us both... after the plant pumped it through our bodies."

“I'm not sure if I should be aroused or grossed out right now."

“Don't complicate it. You don't smell anything bad or off in here, do you?" John shook his head. “Then there is nothing wrong with sitting in the syrup that was just inside both of us."

The pod then came back to life with new gurgling noises, that sounded like a drain backing up. Select symmetrically placed locations, at head height on the pod walls, began to swell up and gurgle. Meanwhile familiar thick gripping vines appeared from in between them, seeking out their arms and legs, then began to wrap around them.

“Tom? What is happening?" John asked with a concerned tone in his voice.

“It's about to rinse it's mouth out... so to speak. Don't worry. It won't fill all the way up. Then when the water gets up to the inflated bladders in the walls, it will stop and begin to open up under us. The vines that are gripping our arms and legs will keep us suspended in the air and then slowly lower us down, as it then begins to shoot water out of the bladders again. It's like a getting a shower from all angles, with pressure nozzles. The water will be a little dense to the touch, but it's warm and feels great on the skin." Tom answered.

“Well, the rinsing part actually makes me feel a little better about the current messy situation."

Tom just nodded and smiled. About that time, wide soft jets of water began blasting out of the previously unseen wide holes in the middle of each wall bladder. On reflex, both closed their eyes. Tom was right. The water did feel great and was filling up the chamber rapidly. The vines tightened their grip a little and flexed, just as the water level reached their shoulders and their bodies began to lift up off the chamber floor.

“Now?" John asked, while assuming it was time.

“Yup, just keep your eyes closed until you feel the air outside hit your skin."

Meanwhile, outside the pod, a syrup coated and satisfied Chester heard the muffled gushing sound above him and felt warm water begin to fall and run across his belly. His eyes got big and he immediately got to his hands and knees, then began slipping and scampering out of the way.

“Oh shit! Move you hairy ass cook!" He chided himself.

Water began to trickle and dribble hard behind him, as he made his way outside the tree cluster and up the ramp. He then whirled back around onto his ass, while simply sitting there and waiting for the deluge. The gator man didn't have long to wait, as the initial huge gush of syrup infused water fell and smacked the walkway loudly. What followed after was a gentler persistent cascade of cleansing water. Chester wasted no time with scampering and slipping back to the spot where he laid, exploiting the opportunity to get himself rinsed off as well. Above him were a pair of laughing hairy men flailing mildly within the grip of the vines, as water jets from the open pod continued to blast them clean of syrup residue. The entire pod and vine cluster then began lowering them towards Chester.

He then found sufficient footing to stand back up and watched the vines begin to lower them further away from the pod itself, onto the wet walkway. He helped with their effort to land solidly on their feet, as the gripping tendrils let them go one by one and retracted back behind the pod. Everyone gave each other nods of approval, as it began closing and retreating back up into the darkness of the tree cluster. John then looked at Chester and blushed.

“I know you wanted me to wait a bit. But..." He started and then Chester raised a halting hand.

“I wanted you to actually wait until you got here within this place period. I said nothing about anything as silly and sentimental as like saving yourself for Jack. This was another opportunity for you to experience something wonderful and certainly glad you had great pleasure during the experience. That goes for both of you." Chester finished.

All three then walked up the ramp beyond the tree cluster and grabbed a fresh towel to dry themselves off with. John appreciated the subtle touch, that the gators used extra large full body towels. Typical bath towels get wet too easily, when you are a big hairy bearish man trying to get completely dry. Chester motioned for John to turn around and began drying his back, while Tom turned around and offered his own back for a little drying help from John. Chester then got help with his back from the other two. Everyone gave each other hugs and shoulder pats, before tossing the towels over their shoulders and proceeded to walk up the ramp towards the next tree cluster.

“No need to stop ahead at this one. Otherwise, we will end up making Jack wait too long for his special swim time with John." Chester's comment was followed by chuckles from the other two.

No matter how far ahead John tried to look, it seemed like the sloping walkway stretched on for miles between the supporting cluster of trees they walk through. John also noticed the previous two were different and had no ivy or hanging vines. Instead, they had familiar pitcher plants on the interior. After passing the fourth cluster, he politely asked if they could stop for a bit, while walking up to the railing and looked out into the enchanted swamp. He requested the stop due to noticing a big change in the overall ambient environment. His ears was treated to a soft chorus of various birds, like what you would hear in a jungle or rain forest. Off in the distance he could see many tiny birds darting about and stopping at large clusters of flowers, that were now visible and hanging from long stems, connected to plants randomly scattered along the interweaving branches of the tree clusters beyond the walkway. There was also large clumps of air ferns hanging everywhere. One of the tiny birds darted in his direction and briefly hovered in front of him, before chattering and zipping off on buzzing wings moving incredibly fast. Hummingbirds. John followed it's path and then saw more birds flying around in the distance, with just as much color on them as the various other visible flowering hanging plants. The lighting had changed at this level and took on a light green tone. It was brighter and clearer too.

“Hey Chester..." John started

“...How much further? We have four more tree clusters and then the pool." Chester finished.

“No. No. I was wondering about how high above the ground we were right now."

“Oh." Chester chuckles “The last tree cluster put us at roughly sixteen feet."

John looked down and saw nothing but a familiar fog a few feet below the walkway. He then looked back where they came from and saw the same thing just beyond the second tree cluster. Even the cluster itself looked to be only halfway there. Chester and Tom walked up beside him.

“So what do you think so far kid?" Chester asked.

“I'm not sure yet." John began pointing out into the surrounding swamp area. “The walkways themselves look like they were grown somehow. But that doesn't make much sense, because how they are arranged and connected shows highly organized thinking. Plants can't do that by themselves. No plants I ever seen. Then you have the tree clusters. Although their arrangement seems natural enough, their placement seems also planned. But planned in a way that looks natural. You can actually see this better at this level, with the clearer air, looking out at the other interconnecting walkways in the distance. Some connect tree clusters, while remaining level and others are at a slope. There are visible walkway paths that go further up or go down into the hidden foggy area below us."

“Pretty damn amazing. Huh?" Tom commented.

“That is one way to describe it. So is like the whole swamp or most of it eventually going to look like this? Wouldn't that like attract attention from some rather unwanted type of people?"

“I don't really have those answers for you." Chester admits.

“Danny and Max can help you with that." Tom adds and they both nod at each other.

“So ready to go on?" Chester asked. John looks at both gator men and nods.

“Good. The next section ahead of us, will be something of a test." Tom smirked.

“Look guys. I like my sex as much as the next guy, but after the recent very intense experience inside that plant pod, I think I'm satisfied for a while now." John replied.

“Well then. You should do just fine and you will soon see why." Chester added.

With that, all three resumed their path. The moment they cleared the next tree cluster, John noticed a few changes. The same birds and plants were visible, but the overall lighting was normal. The hanging crystals were not present or really needed. At least the fog itself looked normal. John then smelled a familiar very potent enticing scent return, as they stepped inside the next tree cluster. The fog was noticeably denser here and beyond the tree cluster. Another unseen termination barrier of sorts? The lighting level had dropped back down to that of where he just got thoroughly milked by the hungry plant pod. Although he had just experienced a very intense sexual session, his cock manged to get hard again and began dripping. It felt odd this time, because he simply didn't feel the need to touch it for any reason. Perhaps this was the test part. Anyone walking through here, that had not had any sex yet, was at the mercy of the enchanted swamp's influence. His mind briefly boggled at what other exotic type plants would be lurking in this section and concealed by the very dense fog beyond. It was everywhere. Chester had them stop and paused for a moment. John also noticed the return of the ivy and overhead dangling vines. Yeah. Best not to touch anything this time. So why stop here?

“Look to your left and right, down the connecting walkways and tell me what you can see in the dense fog kid." Chester offered. “Just don't wonder too far beyond the tree cluster."

John walked to one side and looked into the fog. The walkway itself seemed to disappear into it very quickly and the next support tree cluster down it was nowhere to be seen. There also seemed to be signs of additional vegetation, that was either growing into or along the walkway, just beyond where it disappeared. He also could have sworn there were was a familiar sound coming from the fog, that was barely detectable above the sounds of the various wild birds. He took a few steps forward beyond the tree cluster and was stopped with a gentle hand on his shoulder. John turned around and saw the familiar faint amber glow in Tom's eyes.

“Remember what Chester said?" He asked politely.

John looked beyond him and could barely see Chester inside the tree cluster. In fact the only sign he was there at all was the presence of two faint floating amber orbs. Then he heard the sound again and turned his head back towards the fog.

“The answer is the same as earlier. You do hear moaning." Tom whispered just behind his ear.

“Are they okay?" John asked and whispered back.

“Now don't you think that is a rather pointless question?" John just shrugged.

“How about this arrangement. You tell me what you think that is and then decide what to do."

Tom glanced back at Chester, knowing the fellow gator man heard everything, for approval. He got the nod and then shuffled around behind John, before pulling him into a hug.

“I'm pretty sure I said I was good to go for a while." John replied, then gasped after feeling the cock slip in between his ass cheeks and then inside his freshly used hole.

“Things like this don't always have to be about sex silly." Tom teased. “Sex doesn't always have to be the end goal of such things here. It's just a hug and my cock simply happens to be where it is right now. Now let's just stand right here and get back to the question." Tom tightened the hug.

“Are they Tom? Are they okay?" John asked and whispered again.

“I'm not exactly sure what is happening just beyond the fog. But they are okay." Tom answered.

“So what exactly is happening? Another one of those plant pods or something like it?"

“Knowing what I do about this section, from personal experience, there is still a lot of distance in between this and the other main walkway. The plants hear are a bit more attentive and in their own creative way serve as good protection for the seed pool. It is important to stay close to Chester and me inside this section. A gator man can handle this place just fine. But an ordinary man can find himself trapped here for a while, without help from one of us finding him."

“Hey. What is the hold up you two?" Chester asks from inside the tree cluster.

“John is sure he heard someone." Tom answers back.

Chester walks out to join them and then stands next to John.

“Alright. I need you two to put your soap opera banter on hold and let me listen."

For a while, there was nothing but the ambient sound of the birds overhead and around them. One could faintly here the sound of an actual waterfall in the background. Likely the source of the fog, in its own unique way. Then he heard it and Chester instantly put a hand over his mouth. John gave him an annoyed look and then relented, as Chester raised a finger to his lips and leaned closer.

“I'm going in to check it out. Wait a couple minutes. If I don't come back out, Tom can take you the rest of the way to the pool. Just remember to stay close." Chester instructs, then lowers his hand.

“But wh-..."

“I heard you guys and Tom is right. The plants don't harm anyone." Chester interrupts quietly.

Chester then gives John a warm smile, before turning and then walking into the dense fog.

“Now. Let's do a little guessing game about what is waiting inside the fog." Tom whispers.

John lets out an exasperated sigh.

“You really are something Tom."

“I role with the punches kid."

“You do know you are not much older than me."

“True. But here. You have a lot less experience than me."

John took a deep breath and felt his cock throb quite hard in reaction. He couldn't help but groan a bit and got a pat on the chest.

“Easy there champ."

“Considering how huge this entire swamp is and judging from Chester's demeanor, I would guess this is possibly another uninvited visitor." John ventured.

“Score one for the champ." Tom whispered and gave John a quick nudge against the prostate.

“Seriously?" John quipped lightheartedly.

“Just my way of keeping things under control. Your reaction says it is working."

“Using slight over stimulation is the only thing you could think of?"

“Well. It's working isn't it? I don't see you falling under the influence of the fog." Tom defends.

“Yeah. It's definitely working."

“Okay then. Let's continue with them solid punches."

“Since we heard only his moans and no other sound. It is likely just him and whatever exotic variety of plant is in there." John added.

“Score another point. Now don't get miffed about this next part, but Jack told me you are one seriously active member of the sex club you mentioned earlier. You are then very familiar with all the sounds a stimulated man can make. Let's use that knowledge and figure out a bit more during this next moment of silence, while we step a little closer. Don't worry. We are not even close. Illusion of the fog carrying the sound. Just stay with me. Oh, and just for fun, lets see if we can walk in unison and keep my cock inside you." Tom chuckles.

“Sure. In for a penny. In for a pound. You now owe me your ass for a serious pounding later."

“Deal." Both chuckle some more as they begin their synchronized walk into the fog. “Okay. A few steps further is enough. Now stop and wait, to let the fog settle a bit from our movement."

John squints his eyes and tries to look further into it.

“See anything yet champ?" Tom asks quietly.

“I think so. Still waiting on the fog to finish settling."

Once the fog settled, John was able to vaguely make out some sort of movement. It was so hard to tell. The overall form was not familiar to him.

“Maybe get closer? We are still in the safe zone so-to-speak. I have been here before."

“Why am I not surprised." John accuses sarcastically.

“What? Getting closer or being here before?"

“I guess both."

“Well? In for a penn-..." Tom teases.

“Yeah, yeah. I got it. My fault for even stepping beyond the trees."

John then walked forward with Tom, then groaned into a hand covering his mouth, as the cock rubbed his prostate. The hand was then lowered again.

“Thanks."

“It was obvious and glad to help. See any better now champ?"

“Just a moment."

The vague image was rapidly gaining more clarity and a definable form could be made out.

“This is going to seem weir-..." John caught himself and Tom chuckled. “Never mind."

“Go on."

“There seems to be huge floating shapes in the foreground. Like really big triangular leaves facing towards us and pointing down. These are easy to make out, to be honest."

“So far so good and definitely familiar."

“Beyond the leaves appears to be someone, but something is off about where they are."

“Like?"

“Considering how fog behaves around things. He looks to be right behind the leaves. But..."

“But?"

“Unless he has really long legs. The rest of him is at the wrong height."

“Exactly how ca-..." Tom then spots a familiar profile. “Never mind. I see it now."

“Yeah, pretty sure this guy already has a bulging round belly and is suspended in the air."

“Yup. Another point for the champ." Tom pushes in again and John groans.

“So are we done here?"

“What? You want to leave now and not finish watching the show?"

“There isn't much more to see. Well, not without getting closer."

John then felt Tom push against him and quietly shuffled them forward a couple more steps.

Tom snickers. “...and now?"

“Shhh." John hisses.

Although he couldn't begin to see who the man was, the closer position presented some clarity to what was happening to him. There was vague and yet definable signs he was kept suspended in the air by at least four vines. One could see signs he was kept quite high in the air and possibly beyond the railing of the walkway. The closer proximity allowed for exposure to additional sounds as well. There was definitely a lot of fluid being moved around. The man moaning had a deep voice that somehow sounded familiar to Tom. John felt himself being shuffled closer and to the side.

“Tom!" John hissed out in a hushed annoyed tone.

“Sorry. I think I know this guy and have to see for sure." John let out a stifled exasperated sigh.

“How close can we safely get?" John asked a little concerned.

“A little more. If we have to. I know this plant very well."

“Of course you do."

“Criticism?"

“Truth."

“Touche."

Making the best of the developing situation. John waited for the fog to settle again and continued with figuring this new situation out. Why was the organic sound so loud from this distance? Was this man gulping loudly or something? Was he maybe at the end and being emptied? If so, wouldn't there be an obvious messy sound to go with it? Too many questions. Keep it simple John. The fog finally settled again. The source of these sounds became obvious. They were obviously quite close to the man now and somewhat facing his front across the walkway. There was a feeding tendril attached to his cock and had an interesting appearance. It looked like he was wearing bikini underwear made from organic plant tissue, with a very thick hose attached. A second identically structured tendril was attached to his face and made it look like he was wearing the same underwear upside down over it, with the same type tube attached to it. The slow rise and fall of his chest showed he was getting air and breathing freely somehow. John guessed that it was likely the same way he himself got air via the water plant that first day. The man's belly was definitely full and round, with plenty of gurgling coming from it. There was also subtle signs of yet another tendril attached at the back. There were gurgling sounds coming from all three tendrils and his belly. But was coming from these places at different moments.

“Tom?" John asked as quietly as he possibly could. “What is going on here?"

“He is being used to make a special kind of syrup these plants actually need for nourishment."

“Uhm... Okay."

“He is not being hurt and is actually experiencing the same level of pleasure we did earlier."

The man moaned loudly into the tendril feeding him and shuddered, as a gurgling sound came from under him, beyond the tendril attached to his cock. This tendril then began bobbing into the air, showing a astonishingly large bulge under his cock, where his scrotum is supposed to be and the source of the gurgling. The scrotum was also flexing a little, as if it were breathing or pumping something. The tendril then began to make a persistent gulping sound. His belly then gurgled as it began to slowly shrink, in sync with the milking action his cock was getting and the pumping action of the scrotum.

“Tom. Is that supposed to happen?" John asked and pointed towards the flexing bulge.

Tom adjusted his view to line up with the finger. “Oh yeah. Totally normal and I definitely know this guy now. Which means you likely have more questions. More quiz fun champ."

“More quiz fun? Alright then. Why the fuck is that man's balls flexing that way? That is not normal in any way. I ran across my share of bears in the sex club, that did similar interesting things with their equipment and even enlarged their scrotum to be the size of a horse's. But I never saw their enlarged scrotum do anything like that. I am guessing that the bobbing movement of the feeding tendril attached to his cock wasn't voluntary either and that the cock inside is very likely equally large as well. Like fucking big enough to stick my own finger inside the cock and it not hurt him."

John got a strong thrust inside him, that hit his prostate harder and caused him to gasp.

“Great job. Let's give this contender two points." Tom thrust in again and John stifled a groan.

John paused for a while and actually found himself visually enthralled by what he was seeing.

Once the tendril attached to the cock stopped it's gulping action and the man's belly lost half of it's rounded mass, both the feeding tendril and the one buried in the man's ass began emitting gurgling sounds. The suspended man moaned loudly into the feeding tendril and began gulping quite loudly, as his belly began gurgling and slowly inflating back to the round shape it had moments ago.

“I think maybe we shoul-..." John started.

“...move closer? Good idea." Tom finished and shuffled them closer to the suspended man.

John groaned again with the shuffling, as Tom did a lot of it this time.

“Tom?"

“Shh."

“To-..." He was cut off with a hand over his mouth, just as the shuffling stopped.

The fog briefly swirled around them and thickened. Both of them stood there for a while.

“We need to be really quiet now." Tom whispered softly into his ear. “Okay?"John sighed.

Tom slowly removed his cock from John's ass first, while keeping his hand over the mouth, then cleverly maneuvered his way around to face him and lifted a finger to his lips. John nodded. The gator man then leaned in and made sure both of their mouths lined up with a ear.

“Why did you move us closer? I wanted to stay where we were at." John whispered.

“I told you I was certain I knew this guy. Therefore I definitely knew what was happening here with the plant. We can skip the quiz part now, but this is a very good chance for you to learn about something very important to this place. These men."

“So what I am seeing right now is what? Actually essential to the plants living here?"

“Now you are getting it."

“How does it affect these men? Like how they live and such?"

“They actually live fairly normal lives outside this swamp, on the the massive farms that surround this valley and create the beautiful fields, you saw on your way into the No Tech Zone. They are our eyes and ears. Everyone that comes and goes from the valley they notice. These men are also amazing judge of human character. Our main filter for the massive observation system we use."

“Okay the land surrounding the valley is beyond huge. For these men to be numerous enough to do what you say and manage those massive farms, there has to be a mind boggling amount of them."

“Right again champ. Chester was right about you."

Tom then steps back a little and turns around to watch the man with John. The plant completes another cycle of milking, feeding and filling the moaning man, then flexes the vines and begins to lower him slowly down past the walkway. Both of them walk forward and watch as the man and vines disappear into the obscuring fog below. The scent rising from below has a more potent maple smell to it. John simply keeps staring down into the fog, his ears slightly twitching and reacting to something. Tom simply stands there with him and occupies himself with tracking the rippling patterns of the fog itself. He then notices the ear movement and a focused look on John's face.

“You hear something interesting?" Tom asks him. “I did. But then I had to think about how such a thing would be possible." John answers.

“Feel free to share. The whole point of this little trip is to learn more things."

“It's just like before. But now there is more of it and..." He trails off

“...and..."

“...and it's like very soft voices are speaking to me from the fog, They are not coherent enough to be actual voices. But the sounds from the fog are mixing that way in my head?"

“Ah. Those sounds are always coming from down there."

“So they are not actually voices? Just other sounds mixing together that way?"

“That is the best way to explain it."

Tom then catches John walking away from him, further down the walkway, into the fog. He steps quickly and catches up to him, before the man disappears into it.

“Hold on there champ." He calls after him and gives his arm a polite tug. John stops.

Tom walks around to the front of him, but gets no response that he is seen at all.

“John?"

“...yes... make me..." Was all that Tom could barely hear in response.

John was also slowly stroking himself now and seemed to be staring off into empty space.

“Okay. We need to get you back to the tree cluster. Come on."

“...milk me..." Came a very soft response.

“Yes. I will do that. But come with me first. Okay?"

John finally showed some response and responded to Tom's polite tugging on the arm. Tom kept them both restricted to the middle of the walkway and kept glancing to the sides for sign of movement.

“...are you..." Came another very quiet response.

“I'm right with you champ. Let's keep you with me." Tom spotted something on the right and briefly steered them left and past some vines, manifesting out of the fog and coming over the railing. He could see the vague outline of the tree cluster ahead and was a bit relieved.

“Where?" John began asking and shaking his head a little.

“We are back near the tree cluster and getting you inside to clear your head."

“What was...?"

“Shh." Tom interrupted and sped up their walking into the tree cluster.

“Wha-..." Tom interrupted again with a hand over John's mouth.

“Hear that new sound near us?" He whispered into John's ear. He got a nod for confirmation.

The area surrounding the tree cluster was alive with a lot of creaking wood. The extra potent maple smell from below was now all around them. Tom's cock has throbbing hard and trickling. He kept glancing above them and made sure nothing was dropping down. Both simply stood there in silence, until the creaking sound went away. Tom looked beyond the tree cluster for signs of any vine activity in the fog and saw none. His cock stopped throbbing and trickling, as the air returned to what was normal in their location.

“Whisper for now." he told John, before removing his hand.

The man shook his head and briefly lost balance. Tom caught him and kept John on his feet.

“What was happening to me out there?"

“You were being called. Those really big leaves that were floating near the man have limited sound detection and help the plant below determine how to react to what sound touches them. When the leaves begin picking up on too much sound, vines start coming up from below. The leaves in turn begin vibrating the air around them to mimic patterns they remember from the men being milked below in the fog. The vines help the plant sense the environment better and react to touch very well. If we had been there any longer, we would not have been back for a while and Chester would have definitely been a little upset about such a lengthy delay."

“So... I was like being lured by the plant, when listening for something in the fog?"

“That is when it started."

“That was like really fast though. One second we are talking about the sounds and then..."

“Nothing?"

“Yeah. I'm having trouble remembering after that... until now." John blushed.

“Aside from being pursued by seeking fines close to here, nothing else happened."

“So if the vines did get us. Where would we have gone and for how long?"

“We would have been taken far down into the fog below us and kept there for at least a day."

“I don't think I could have gone through a session that long."

“Well you would have been just fine physically, but normal people don't posses the mental discipline or stamina to coherently last through a milking session like that. All the plant itself knows, is to take care of the host and feed. Someone would be needed to help you come back out of there. What that man at the walkway was experiencing, was only the beginning. He had not been there for very long and was being gradually eased into the heavy part of the milking. The walkway is also where it ends. The plants know when a person is at their production limit and bring you back up here for release."

“Kind of like a empty bottle being returned?"

“Exactly champ. When you no longer are helping the plant make it's food, it is done with you."

“Child like simplicity."

“Yup. Oh we can talk normal again. Let's get going. Chester will catch up further down."

Tom puts an arm on John's shoulders and walks with him to the next tree cluster.

“So how much stranger does this visit get, before we make it to the seed pool?"

“The next section is actually... less strange... is the word I am looking for? We have two more tree clusters to go and then will be at one of the four gates. Just fair warning, we will be encountering more men, like the one being milked and even exchange some words with them. Some will be coming and some will be going. Also don't be surprised if you spot the vague outline of two possibly fucking off to the side on the walkway. You don't hear anything now, but that will change once we get closer to the pool. The fog density will make you swear you are walking through a well lit sauna."

“I can't but ask... are we going to like end up in the middle of a orgy... or something?"

“No. We have a rather unwritten policy concerning the four main walkways. Unless the plant initiates it or..."

“...or a eager gator like you..." John cleverly interrupts.

“...okay, okay. Or a gator like me... then the sex is kept very casual. The heavy sex is for the side walkways. These men themselves do have lives and families outside this swamp to get back to."

“Now, definitely stay close to me from here forward. As you can see beyond this tree cluster, the fog might as well be murky swimming water. You can stand in the middle of the walkway and barely see the railing on both sides. That thick."

“Well lead the way an-..."

“Oh no. You walk in front of me. I don't need you getting interested in something else and then disappear behind me, leaving me to back track and find you in the middle of a random sex encounter."

“Fair enough." John chuckles and slowly walks to the edge of the existing tree cluster and stops, then stares into the fog beyond it. It was one thing to hear the description of the fog density from Tom, but to see it... was an entirely different experience. Part of the tree cluster interior looked partially faded, through the fog coming into it's interior. He kept looking around for fog machines. None.

“Told you." Tom speaks from behind him and chuckles.

“Wow. It is like really quiet in here. This would make for a killer haunted maze setup."

“Hmm. We have actually talked about something like that occasionally."

“Seriously?"

“Well... the idea falls apart when we realize that everyone would be there and... well..."

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Complications."

“Make it an adults only haunted maze then?"

Tom gave him a nudge in the back to get walking. Both chuckled.

“Let's get moving and remember to stay close. I'll even hold onto the back of your harness."

“Might as well use a leash." John quipped, while walking into the fog beyond the tree cluster.

“We have done that too." Tom commented and followed, while holding onto the harness.

“Of course you have."

Tom set a slow and steady pace. The experience within the fog would have been unsettling to most people, but John actually found the quiet soothing. His nose twitched at the presence of the maple smell gaining intensity rapidly. His cock began throbbing hard and dripping, but he didn't mind it. They walked for quite a while, before he spotted something materializing ahead of him.

“Hey Tom. How far is the next tree cluster?"

“We should be coming up on it very soon. I had been keeping track with my own foot steps."

“So with this fog being so dense. I will be needing your help with not triggering the ivy."

“No need. The next tree clusters have no milking plant inside them. Just four pitcher plants."

“I guess that makes sense." John got an encouraging pat on the shoulder.

The fog finally began to thin a little, as the dark outline of the tree cluster became more visible. It looked like a partially done sketch on paper. Signs of depth was nonexistent. The connecting railing also became partially visible, as they got closer to it. Just as they made it to the outside of the tree cluster, someone else appeared from the left and walked inside. There was no amber glow in the eyes. The man then turned and walked their direction, just as they entered inside of it. He approached slowly and gently made contact with his hands. John extended a hand to politely return the sentiment. All three of them stopped for a moment. This other man was nearly a foot taller than John. It was difficult to make out face features or age. He definitely had a short darker beard and mild amount of body hair. The hands moved across him and stopped at the harness he was wearing and then heard a deep chuckle.

“Another one on his way to the pool with a gator?" He asked.

“We plan on getting there eventually." Tom replied.

“At least this one is getting there on his feet." The man quipped.

“Say, you sound familiar."

“So do you gator." John rolled his eyes.

“Yesterday was it?"

“Yup. Came here yesterday about this time."

“I thought so. Charlie is it?"

“That be me."

“Hey John, give Charlie here a healthy handshake." John complied and shook the man's hand.

“Please to meet another special guest of the gators John. You will be seeing a lot of me."

Just then, John felt a very large and firm cock tap and make contact with the top of his cock. John couldn't help but reach with his other hand and gauge just how big it was. His eyes got big, while staring up at Charlie. The man just smiled back and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Go ahead champ. Explore it. Why else would we still be standing here." Tom whispered.

John licked his lips and began moving his hand around the cock head itself. He immediately made contact with the other man's hand just beyond it and noticed it was larger than his own as well. Charlie just grinned and nodded. He then brought his other hand down and used both to fully explore just how big around the cock was. At one point he wrapped both hands around it at the same time and managed to make his thumbs connect with the middle fingers. He opened his mouth and silently motioned the word Wow up at the man's face. Charlie grinned real big. There was noticeable presence of something warm and slimy all around it. John then felt his thumb glide across the piss slit and stopped. It was big and still gaping from being used by something. He knew this all too well, from sounding his own cock back in the city. Although he couldn't think of any sounding rod that would satisfy this bear. The man then pushed forward a little and the thumb slipped right inside with no resistance. The man the put the other hand on a shoulder and began to make small thrusts. It felt like there was more room inside, so John bent his thumb a little. The big man groaned and stopped thrusting. Did that hurt him? Please no. He would be crushed if he hurt such a beautiful cock. The man bent down and whispered into his ear, while moving his hands down and gently gripping both cocks.

“I think this will feel better for the both of us."

John felt the head of his cock being pressed against the other man's piss slit and then with a little pressure, it began to slowly slip inside. The sheer eroticism of the moment caused John to close his eyes and lean back. Tom was right there and wrapped his arms around him in a hug.

“It feels fucking amazing. Huh champ." John could only nod and moan.

Charlie moved both of John's hands to hold onto his bigger cock, as he placed his own hands back onto the shoulders. He then made one small very slow thrust, pulling almost completely off John's cock and then pushing down over it all the way to the base. There were no words. Just pure pleasure.

“Would you like to take over and fuck my big juicy cock?" Came the whispered question.

John's only response was to pull his cock almost completely out and push it back in again. Charlie lifted his head back up and began massaging John's shoulders.

“Go ahead, champ. He is ready and can take it." Tom whispered.

John finally opened his eyes again and straightened his posture to be more solid on his feet. He looked right up into the bigger man's eyes and nodded. Charlie looked right back and nodded in response. Both licked their lips at the same time, as he repeated the slow thrust a couple more times and then stopped. Both just stood there looking into each others eyes.

“Go on. You know you want to do it. He certainly wants it or he wouldn't have let you put that cock of yours inside to begin with." Tom encourages.

John then grips the bigger cock firmly and begins thrusting into it balls deep at a faster pace. The bigger man closes his eyes and moans softly.

“Fuck that feels great. Keep going. I can take it."

“You heard him." Tom encourages.

John sped up the fucking pace. At that Charlie opened his eyes again.

“Now that is what I am talking about. Ready to make me happy like my son Pete does?"

“Your so-..." The bigger man puts a finger to John's lips.

“Shh. Yes or No.." John recognized the look of pure need in the man's eyes and nodded.

Charlie then grabbed John by the front torso harness straps, while Tom grabbed him by the wide back strap. John felt a cock push into him, then pull out to the head and stop. The bigger man pushed forward until all of John's cock was inside his cock and then stopped. Both Charlie and Tom nodded to each other to signal the other was ready.

“Just relax a little, rock back and forth with the motion, while enjoying the ride." Tom advises.

“My son and I made this a little fun, by using it to increase his stamina." Charlie adds.

Both then began moving John slowly back and forth between them, sliding him inside one cock and over the other. When Charlie pulled John his direction, he would plunge all the way inside that huge warm cock and his ass would come almost completely off Tom's cock. Then he would get pulled back and all the way down onto Tom's cock, while sliding out of Charlie's cock and stop with just his head inside. The motion was quite smooth and revealed that this is something they did together often. One would pull, while the other pushed and then they reverse. Based on Charlie's comment mere minutes ago, it didn't surprise John if this was a threesome thing they did with Pete often. That would explain the candid exchange back in the garden between Pete and Tom. John soon found his mind fixating on the image. Watching Pete in a harness being rocked back and forth, loosing his mind to the exquisite sensation of having both his cock and prostate pleasured at the exact same time and synchronized with the rocky motion. He was oblivious to the banter that manifested between the two using him and the fact Tom wasn't bothering with filling him this time.

“I feel someone throbbing inside by cock pretty hard. I don't think he will last much longer."

“Let's wait and see. He recovered from the tree plant just fine and it was his first time."

“Damn. Sounds like he already has Pete's level of stamina."

“Yup. John found a good one. On his way to becoming another gator."

“That's great. Been a while for you guys."

“Speaking of Pete. What is his story lately?"

“What do you mean?"

“When he came running through the swamp, none of the gators chasing him could keep up."

“Hmm. Now that is interesting."

“Oh? You noticed anything interesting yourself?"

“A lot actually and very grateful you helped him sort his thoughts out a bit."

“So if I told you he has a pretty strong affinity with horses..."

“...then I would say you are close. The horses have always behaved differently around him."

“I did notice that, when visiting your place after the harvest festival."

“What he told you about the other horse related stuff is not surprising either. It just fits."

“How do you feel about all of it and what it could mean?"

“I'm honestly just fine with it, so long as he finds balance in his life."

“You thinking what I am thinking about him then?"

“About Pete being a horse himself? Would prefer him to be sixth generation milker man like me and get a kid out of him. Maybe generation seven. But me and the other boys of the Crop Circle could see the subtle signs. Him not changing like them at eighteen and getting the milker man belly, was a pretty strong hint he was different. Hell we even like talking about it when he is not around. Milker men have always had a great working relationship with the horse men of the No Tech Ranch."

“In more ways than one." Tom quipped.

“Yeah. We hit that sexual sweet spot, of being slightly bigger than average men and cocks like that of horses. Well... not exactly like them... but you know what I mean. Then there is the ass and belly we have on us. Them horse men love the idea of a man they can fuck and not worry about restraint, because our special gut can handle everything they got."

John interrupts the conversation with a loud moan and shudders a little. Charlie and Tom shift their hands to his shoulders and keep him steady, just before he begins to loose his balance.

“Easy there boy. The first time is always really intense. We got you." Charlie comforts.

“Fuck champ. Suck the balls out of my sack, with that furious milking ass." Tom quips.

“How many times has he cum today? Because he is dumping a nice big load inside my cock."

“Jack did say he is something of a big producer."

“You sure he is a gator and not a horse?" Charlie asks sarcastically.

Both of them laugh as John rides out the ending of his orgasm.

“Doing alright there champ?" Tom asks and reaches around for pats on the chest.

“Fuck. That was intense and... great. Thank you... Charlie."

“Glad I was here at the right time and be part of someone's new experience."

“So do you guys like have a special name or something? I only got bits and pieces of the conversation and was just wondering." John asks politely, while slowly extracting his cock.

Charlie groans with satisfaction and gives John a pat on the chest.

“Thanks for the sentiment, but we aren't quite as special as the gator and horse men."

“According to Tom, you are kind of essential to the special plants here."

“Flattering, but our purpose developed out of simple circumstance. Also, you better get used to a syrup soaked crotch, if you want to do any more milker man cock fucking." Charlie quips.

“Used to it already. So. What sort of circumstances?" John asks.

“Ah. Long ago, One of us from the Crop Circle couldn't get enough of being used by a plant and simply stayed longer. A biological quirk in his system gave him the ability to alter what he was taking in and then shooting it back out of his cock, after he had multiple orgasms. The plant that was milking him was receptive to what was happening and kept giving him more, until his body stopped doing it's new special thing. That man then later brought his six sons here to that one plant and found themselves in the midst of a whole large area filled with new plants, eager to milk them and utilize their special biological ability. So here I am six generations later. A blood descendant from one of the six."

“So, curious and somewhat related question. It happened that easily in the beginning and no special talk between the dad and his sons was needed?"

“I got you covered there. Absolutely not needed. The wife had been dead a few years. It was just him and the boys, taking care of each other's needs. That also became family tradition and is now Crop Circle tradition with the men that live there." Charlie answered.

“Good luck finding anything like that in the city, except like among a select few bears living such a special and carefully guarded life." Tom remarked bitterly.

“Jack and I talked about the subject quite often and how neither of us found such men. It just happens to be one of those uncomfortable realities, people learn to tolerate and live with in the city. There is so much there to keep you distracted from such things." John adds himself.

“The city has become a haven for the Acolytes and Neophytes. It's one of the few things that keeps the piece between them. Their mutual belief that such special people serve a purpose, but also stay within certain boundaries. It won't last for much longer though." Charlie observed.

Everyone nodded and agreed.

E P I L O G U E

Charlie walked along with John and Tom up to the next tree cluster, while having more quiet casual conversation and waiting for Chester to rejoin them. John got more smothering criticism, with a healthy dash of Cajun heart, once the gator man arrived and exchanged pleasantries with Charlie. The milker man then announced he would remain and wait for his son. Everyone waved, as he parted and then disappeared into the dense fog. John knew very little about what waited for him beyond the final tree cluster, but he was sure the sound of cascading water confirmed they were finally at the seed pool.