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NATURE CALLS: JOHN'S EPIPHANY

Epiphany. A word of ancient Greek origin, that refers to a personal experience, defined as a sudden and striking realization. Generally the term is used to describe a scientific breakthrough or a religious or philosophical discovery, but it can apply in any situation in which an enlightening realization allows a problem or situation to be understood from a new perspective. John is about to embark on a personal journey that will both, heal old wounds and have him experience an epiphany of his own. After all the swamp maintains it's own unique ecological balance.

The previous occasion of the dinner had long since been over.

The group that had gathered earlier, was now dispersed.

All that was left was the three who finished eating last. Frank and John were taking care of the cleanup at the dinner table, while Harsha sat in a lotus position at the opposite side of the social area and was facing outwards into the garden beyond. He had his eyes closed and was simply soaking in the soft ambiance of everything around him, utilizing it as background rhythm for his moment of meditation. He respectfully allowed the interruption as the one background component disappeared and was replaced with the sound of a familiar large wooden cart approaching from behind him. There was also footsteps and the hollow clatter of stacked wooden bowls.

“Now where do you two plan on going?" Harsha asked, with closed eyes and a grin.

“Just taking everything back to the other side of the garden." Frank replied.

“How long will this take with two of you?" the packer teased with a bigger grin.

“Afraid you might miss out on something?" John quipped.

“Oh no. This little bit of time is for you two alone. Go do the task and enjoy."

“We shouldn't be too long." Frank added.

Harsha just hummed in response, as the two walked on by him to the left and then paused where the opposite observation ledge opened into the garden beyond the social area. John walked up to the ledge railing and was immediately reminded of his visits to the rooftop botanical gardens back in the city, when looking down to the garden below. This place felt different. There was subtle signs of a lot less control over how it grew and more applied gentle guidance towards where it couldn't grow. The height they were standing at, afforded him an unobstructed bird's eye view of the fruit trees and tropical plants below. Birds of many different colors were perched or flying everywhere. His eyes detected signs of at least one of every kind of fruit tree or bush he could imagine. He also noticed that everyone else at the dinner was now down below and socializing with various other gorilla men, who were tending to the plants. As John let his eyes wonder, while resuming his walk behind Frank on the attached elevated walkway, he became aware of just how huge this single area alone really was.

The walkway itself was structured much the same as the ones that weaved around the seed pool and the same width. He briefly looked back towards Harsha and noticed the ledge rail was split in the middle by a eight foot wide gap. The purpose of this became clear, as he looked forward again and saw a square familiar type floating platform moving towards the next observation ledge Frank and him were approaching. A single gorilla man in human form was standing on it and casually holding onto the attached railing, that appeared to be on only three of the sides. The floating speed of the platform was no faster than marching pace and as it came within twenty four feet of the ledge, it began slowly turning around and brought the open side to face towards the matching opening in the ledge railing. Once the platform made contact, he stepped off and politely nodded their way and then kept walking into the next social area they were approaching. John could hear conversation being led by two familiar voices. As Frank and him stepped onto the ledge and proceeded to cross it to the next walkway, he looked inside and spotted the source of the two voices. Brian and Tom were standing in the middle of a captive gorilla man group and showing them the basic operation of the new functional Slates. Both briefly looked his way and waved, before resuming their lesson. A couple gorilla men did the same.

The walkway that connected the two ledges themselves definitely stretched further than the those found around the seed pool and obviously kept suspended via the banyan tree roots. He had to admit that when looking at this place two days ago, while on the way to the watercraft from the other side, it looked like a basic treeline. Now he was on this side and could see reed fields beyond the trees and interweaving tree roots on the left. He was quite sure the social area he had just passed was close to the boat house and dock. The next social area was marked with the sound of grunting, along with a lot of thumping. A sideways glance showed a few gorilla men engaging each other other via martial arts tactics. There was a single paler burly man standing to the side and occasionally barking instructions. Before John turned his head back, the instructor began demonstrating a tactic himself with a volunteer.

As they began crossing the next walkway, John did some quick math in his head and began assessing the rough size of the entire garden area, as they passed two more social areas and crossed more walkways. He then briefly paused at the next ledge, to mentally double check some things. The distance he had just walked, from the middle of one ledge to the middle of next one seemed to be about 96 feet. Not quite 100, but then things in the swamp seemed to adhere to the value of twelve anyway.

The path deviation at the ledge appeared to be no more than 15 degrees.

This made the total path angle deviation between the individual walkways 30 degrees.

Thus getting rid of the ledges creates corners with an angle of 150 degrees.

Both numbers combined matches the needed total for a triangle.

Dividing the 360 by 30 gives us 12.

So this makes the garden a dodecagon. 12 sides.

Figuring out the rest should be easy enough.

A dodecagon can be split into 1 hexagon, with 6 squares and 6 triangles.

When Frank noticed John was no longer following, he turned back at the beginning of the next walkway and saw his best friend just standing there and mumbling to himself. He rolled his eyes and walked back to John, to give him a polite nudge.

“...96 and 96 gives me 9216... ...48 and 84 gives 4032... ...six of those make one hexagon... ...which means that now becomes 48,384... ...combine the 55,296 with the 48,384... ...oh yeah, the 192 and 168..."

Within the brief seconds, it took Frank to reach him and John himself to do the quick math, he had acquired an audience of six gorilla men. They were in their bigger gorilla form and looking towards him from their shaded social area with mild concern. One of them looked right at Frank and then pointed at John.

“Is he okay?" the gorilla man asked Frank.

“He is just fine and doing some deep thinking." He answers and sighs with exasperation.

“Maybe he got filled too much."

“He isn't like... broke...is he?"

“If he was broke, he couldn't stand."

“Or speak even."

“Maybe a splash of wa-..." One of them suggested while approaching with a filled bowl.

Frank held a hand up to stop him. Then flipped the hand with palm up, to take the bowl.

“Well... Okay." The gorilla man surrendered and handed the bowl to Frank with a chuckle.

John then got a polite nudge on the shoulder.

“...so that makes the garden 360 feet wide, with a square footage cover-... -age..."

He noticed the six black gorillas looking right at him and snickering.

“...of 103,680 square feet." John finished with a frown.

“John." Frank snapped his fingers, getting his friend to look at him again.

“What? I was just doing some..." John started.

“...deep thinking. Yeah. We noticed." Frank finished.

“Sorry about the interruption. I'll get walking again."

“No big deal. At least not to me." Frank set the filled bowl of water down and to the side.

Both of them started moving again along the walkway and looked back at the six gorillas, who looked like they were on the verge of exploding into a joint laughing fit. They were grateful for the close proximity of the waterfall ahead, muffling the laughter that did quickly consume them. It was at this point that John himself realized how far they had walked and that the water fall was right ahead. He had blocked everything out, when he got caught up in all the numbers in his head. Including the sound of the waterfall, which arched outward over the ledge under it. There was no break in the railing here and he noticed this ledge was made of rock. The water fall was nothing amazing or huge, but it did add to the tropical feel of the garden it watered below. Frank motioned with his hand to follow him into the dimly lit area beyond the ledge. John followed and noticed the light source in the form of various glowing fungus growing on the rocks. Unlike the other ledges, there was almost nothing beyond this one. There was a large shallow cave and then a familiar brown structured wall, made up of triangular panels at the back of it. Each of the triangles (those that were not covered partially with rock) measured twelve feet on the side. Frank walked up and gave the middle panel a couple firm taps, which answered back with a metallic echo. Both waited a few seconds and then saw the outline of the panel glow blue, before a new vertical line connected the pointed top and flat bottom. John noticed a hand print on each half also glowed. The two halves then split and slid away with a mild soft hum, revealing a nine foot tall black gorilla waiting on the other side. Both noticed right away he had a semi hard cock and could smell why it was in that state, via how the air in the doorway was affecting their cocks as well. John had to blink a little and adjust to the rapid change in lighting level. All he saw beyond the gorilla was white sloping walls and another door that was also white. The light seemed to come from the walls themselves and made it seem like they glowed. The floor inside was the same brown color as the outside wall panels and square, making the inside entrance rather large.

“Very good Frank. I was actually on my way to retrieve the drink cart. Thank you."

“We have a little time before leaving for the trip, so I wanted to show John the garden a little."

“And what do you think of it so far John?" The gorilla smiled warmly.

“It's very big and beautiful,... Tau?"

“It's me John. The Atrium is rather empty right now. The other gorillas are out and about in the jungle, doing patrol exercises. Thank you for the kind words, but reserve final judgment until you see the real beauty under the trees."

“I will keep that in mind Tau. Thank you." John returned.

“Now Frank. Make sure the bowls get cleaned and then set them down here at the door. Simply knock and I will come for them. Now if you will both excuse me, I have special gardening to attend to inside. Good day gentlemen."

The gorilla bowed slightly and gently pulled the drink cart into the large entryway with him, before the doors closed and became a solid brown wall panel again. Frank then looked at John and took half of the stack his friend was carrying, before walking back to the waterfall.

“Let's get these cleaned over here, before they get sticky." Frank announces to him, while walking towards the waterfall with his stack. John also noticed something new in his friend's hand. It looked like a giant brown cotton swab, with a single light beige puffy end. Tau must of handed that to him, while John himself was briefly distracted by what might have been inside the bright entrance to The Atrium. He just nodded and followed Frank. Both of them set their stacks down near a stray small falling stream, that was very close to the safety railing.

“Okay. Since what these guys eat here doesn't create much of a greasy or pasty mess, simple water and good scrubbing gets things cleaned pretty fast with this."

Frank picked up the top sticky bowl from his stack and demonstrated with the scrubber, while passing the bowl through the water stream. The fuzzy beige end looked to be an organic sponge from the ocean and appeared to do the cleaning job quite well. He then saw Frank pause and actually licked a couple spots firmly.

“Some times the water needs a little help and simple saliva from our mouths does that job just fine. Okay now you give it a try."

Frank handed the scrubber over to John, after setting down the clean bowl and talked him through the proper motions for making the sponge most effective on his dirty bowl. There were a couple spots that he couldn't quite get cleared away and then did as Frank suggested. The sticking fruit residue was resistant at first, but eventually relented to his tongue. He then resumed scrubbing with the sponge and went over the bowl with his hands, to check for any missed tough spots. All clean. Both of them made sure to take their time with the bowls and gave each one a chance to dry in the morning sun beyond the waterfall, before being added to the dry clean stack at The Atrium door. Frank then showed John how to get the sponge end properly cleaned of the residue itself, then set it by the stack and knocked on the door. Both of them used the water to clean off themselves and then proceeded further around the garden, waving to more gorillas in each social area along the elevated walkway. By the time they made it back to Harsha, they found him standing at the dinner table, talking with three familiar men; Brian, Luke and Jack.

“Ah good timing." Harsha observed, when spotting them entering from the ledge.

“Hey Luke. How are you adjusting to this place?" John asked.

“I am not sure if this is really happening yet. Not exactly thrilled about there being no clothing available that will actually fit me, but am somewhat used to that now. Just not sure what all this means for me and my career with the USGS. Jack has proved very useful for adjusting to this place and explaining many things. It will be a while before I am as comfortable here as the rest of you. Perhaps that is best, if I am to continue maintaining my position back at the office." Luke replies cautiously.

“His biggest concern was being pestered for sex all the time, while staying here. Now that he has actually lived here for a couple days, he has quickly learned this is not that sort of place and hasn't done too bad with learning the unique social dynamics of the four main groups here." Brian added.

“Well. Let's go to The Hollow then. I have a whole day missing from my memory and I want that back." John commented, while walking towards the social area center and swiped his hand upward on a tree root at the opening. By the time the platform arrived and anchored into place, everyone else was right there waiting with him. The trip down to the ground was quiet and no one had anything to say. As soon as the platform touched the ground, Harsha stepped ahead and walked through the entrance and towards the reed field beyond. He stopped right at the path and waved to his right, as John's ears heard a familiar whirring sound approach beyond the tangled support structure of the village. The source revealed itself soon enough, as he cleared the entrance and saw a familiar big six wheel rover approach. Once it came to a stop, he recognized the two men in the bench seat. Danny and Max. Harsha walked around the front and then got into the passenger side, as Max scooted to the middle. Danny smiled down at him and motioned with thumb to get in back. John just nodded and followed Frank. He was mindful of his shins, as he approached the big back bumper and climbed past it into the hauling bed. Jack sat across from him on a simple side bench and helped to pull the tailgate up, before latching it. Harsha looked back briefly for the confirmation nod, then looked forward and tapped the dash. Luke was sitting in between Jack and Brian and was taken a bit by surprise by how easily the modified military cargo truck moved itself.

“Expecting the usual gear grinding and groan of diesel?" Brian teased him.

“I actually was." Luke admitted with a chuckle. “The last time I saw something like this, was in a military museum with my dad as a boy. How did this one manage to stay in service?"

“There is actually two of them and they had been in storage for the last two centuries."

“Who would hold onto something like these all this time?"

“Russians. The new owners of a city business donated them to us. I then worked with two other guys that live nearby and got them modified to run here, as well as outside the Tech Dead Zone. Their primary purpose is hauling supplies throughout the zone itself."

“This is actually quite impressive." Luke observed, while patting the rover side behind him.

“So are you ready for where we are going?" Frank asked Luke.

“Yesterday, I would have said No. Today, is more like maybe. The place Jack has described to me is a location I simply avoided and tried to stay as far away from it as possible, without walking out into the water and become alligator food of course." Luke laughs nervously.

“From what the gorillas told me, The Hollow is safe and normal enough for travel during the day. Night time is supposedly when things get a little interesting and even looks like one of those spooky locations, told about at festival campfire stories this time of year." Frank comments.

“Seriously? Like some haunted forest from a kids bedtime story or something?"

“Yeah. Something like that in appearance."

“Why would a place look anything like that naturally?"

“That answer I don't have and still learning just like you."

“What about you?" Luke asks John.

“Nope. I haven't been there either."

“Anyone?"

“Danny and Max are the only ones here that have been to The Hollow." Harsha answered.

“I am not answering that one while driving. It would take a lot to explain to you." Danny adds.

Max chuckles and points ahead where the path forks. One branch went onward through a familiar looking rainbow tinted visual barrier, while the other wider one veered to the right and took travelers around the heart of the swamp. The sunlight was quickly reduced to bright spots dancing over and past the rover, as they continued under a persistent shade tree canopy. John made it a point to look ahead and got familiar feelings from the view. The road itself was perfectly framed, along its gradual gentle curve, by many large shade trees. It was like driving through a tunnel. The trees themselves appeared to be normal at a glance, but something looked a little off about them. The bark seemed to wrap around them in a textured spiral flow, instead of the expected vertical flow. A familiar wood creaking sound could be heard everywhere around the rover. John took note that Luke noticed this and had a look of uncertainty manifest on his face.

“I think I am starting to see some of that haunted spookiness already." Luke mentioned

“Don't be silly. The Hollow is not a haunted forest." Max assured.

“It still has that look and the wood is creaking."

“The wind is starting to blow overhead. Big branches creak when the wind blows."

“Max and his brother have been around here a long time. Relax." Harsha advises Luke.

Luke sighs and occupies himself with the overhead tree branch patterns, as Danny applies a bit more speed. The rest of the drive was uneventful and soon came to an end, as the rover approached another one parked to the side of the road. It was one of the smaller four wheel rovers, with a familiar looking large and round imprint on it's tailgate. Danny brought their rover to a stop right behind it, before everyone began getting out. Max put his hand to to one wheel rim.

“Still warm. It hasn't been here too long."

“The boars don't get visitors like this to their place very often." Harsha observes.

“Must be someone they invited and Jason himself must know." Danny guesses.

Everyone just nodded and walked past the rovers to the connecting road just beyond the abandoned rover. This was finally looking familiar to John, as he looked beyond the treeline on his right and through the opening for the road. He spotted a familiar gray hard surface beyond the trees and grinned. Frank caught the grin and leaned in close for a whisper.

“What do you see?"

“Nothing. But I'm pretty sure I know who drove the rover here." He whispers back.

“Anyone I know?"

“I don't think so. I'll tell you about them later."

“Anything you two like to share?" Danny asked, while everyone looked right at them.

“Nothing important. Just remembering something from a couple days ago."

“Jason and the other men like him have no practical reason for visiting The Hollow itself. They always go around it. Should be interesting to see who was invited to come here." Harsha observes.

“We will find out soon enough." Max assures and shares a chuckle with the packer.

“Everyone gather and stay close to Max and me." Danny announces.

Brian gives Luke a polite nudge and presents a pair of walking shoes.

“Here. The hollow has no smooth walking paths. Rough terrain. The boars prefer it that way."

“Wait, these look familiar. I have seen these before." Luke observes, while putting them on.

“They are standard issue armored sandals for USGS field agents. They are a lot more comfortable to wear in this climate." John mentions to him.

“This pivoting back strap looks handy." Luke comments, after putting the second sandal on.

“It helps to keep them on your feet."

Luke then gets back on his feet and nods to everyone he is ready.

“There is one very important thing to remember about The Hollow. It has a way of fooling your ears and making people think they are hearing rather familiar things. This is a result of the frequent gusts of wind that blow through it and over the uneven terrain. As we venture deeper, the lighting level will also drop quite a bit. Pay attention to how the ground under you feels under your feet. No need to rush your way through this place either. We have all day for this trip."

With those final words, Danny and Max lead the way right off the road and in between two shade trees. Jack and Brian flanked Luke behind them, while Frank and John stayed in back with Harsha. Just beyond the elder gators, Luke could see faint signs of fog rolling over the ground and occasionally rising up in vertical wisps. Then he saw it react to a quick gust of wind, that blew right at him and brought the creaking wood sound with it.

“Now why would anyone think this is a haunted forest?" Luke mumbled sarcastically.

Polite snickering was the only answer he got. He noticed the lighting level decrease just like Danny mentioned and began hearing other faint sounds around him. Wing flapping was heard overhead, followed by the caw of a few crows. Of course Luke had to look up and sighed with annoyance after seeing them.

“I suppose werewolves live in this place as well?" He asked no one in particular.

“Not anymore. They moved out centuries ago." Max replied.

“They also preferred to be called wolf men or just wolves." Danny added.

“Watch how you step up ahead. We will start going a little uphill." Max announced.

A whistle and screech then tore through the air. Luke stumbled and then caught himself. During his recovery, he spotted something very small and brown fly over his head, then perch on a branch. It was as small as a normal bird, but looked just like a bigger owl. Screech Owl.

“I suppose bats are next?" He asked sarcastically.

“Not close enough to the cave yet." Danny answered.

“Of course there is a cave." Luke chided himself.

The fog began to get more dense and hovered at waist height above the ground. Everyone kept a steady slow pace and was careful where they stepped. Luke then heard some faint moans cut through the air. At this point, He was considering all the haunted forest possibilities and was not sure if he wanted to know what the source of the moaning would be. Then he heard footsteps approaching from up ahead and saw the outlines of two burly men come his way. Of course both were naked and had plenty of body hair, covering a decent tanned skin tone. It was difficult to tell what their hair color was in the subdued lighting, but it was definitely darker. Nothing was really all that distinctive about their facial features and even looked like they could be related. Both had very short but thick full beards. The most striking feature about these men was the hair on their heads. It was kept very short, except for the curly mohawk that ran across the top and down their necks.

“Danny. Max. Good to see you again." One of them greeted and hugged them both.

“Likewise Tom." Danny answered back, while him and Max returned the hug.

The other man stayed in place and simply looked everyone over, while keeping his arms folded.

“How about you properly introduce the rest of your companions." He then suggested.

“Always to the point Harry." Max commented and then stepped aside.

“First we have Brian and John. You know them both through us and seeing them often around the swamp, as well as meeting them at the festival yearly." Danny started.

Brain and John exchanged a nod with Harry.

“Next we have Luke. He is rather important to our visit here today and is someone that is completely new to the No Tech Swamp." Max continued.

“A pleasure to meet both." Luke greeted and nodded politely.

Harry then spotted the gold arm bands on Harsha and let his arms drop to his sides.

“This must be some special occasion, to get a visit from the other side. Hello Harsha."

"Greetings Harry. The trip is indeed special." He answered before resting his hands right on the shoulders of Frank and John. “These two have need of help from the elders."

Harry walked up and slowly looked over both men in front of Harsha.

“So one of you is a gator and one of you is currently property of The Kingdom. Plus one of you recently had one very fascinating encounter. Clearly there is a mystery to be resolved, that requires boar men skills. This should be a very interesting story to immerse myself into. Well you two certainly came to the right place. Welcome to The Hollow." Harry hugs both men and then hugs Harsha.

Luke himself noticed more identical figure outlines appear in the distance, as the exchange progressed. They simply kept to themselves in the distance and simply watched. Tom noticed Luke looking at them and walked right up to the man.

“We normally don't get so many visitors at one time. We sometimes get as many as three. They are simply making sure that none of you are trouble makers." Tom whispers towards Luke.

The man then raises a hand and motions for one of them to approach, before he moves around behind Luke and gently grips his shoulders, before leaning in and whispering more.

“Harsha has told me quite the interesting story about you and your motivation for coming here. Loyalty and dedication are very admirable qualities. James here is one of many that is very good at working with men like you. He is absolutely brilliant with helping one properly adjust to the rather exotic environment of this entire swamp."

James walks right up and gives Luke a hug. Just like the other two, he had the same body hair and skin tone. Similar bearded face and same hair style as well.

“Hello Luke. I hear you are someone with more questions than most are capable of answering to properly satisfy your own curiosity about this place. Let's see if maybe I can help you. That is... if you want that help. The choice is completely your own." James offers.

“I will agree to this. But only if Brian comes with us, to where ever you plan on taking me."

“Sure. Brian can come along." The boar man looks right at Brian and smiles.

With that, the three of them depart and James leads the way through the trees.

“Come find me at the Memory Tree, when you are done." Tom calls after James.

The boar man waves back in confirmation. John spots one of the other boar men in the distance break standing formation and follow the group himself. He keeps watching the four walk further away, then fade into the surrounding trees and fog.

“So. I heard Tom say Memory Tree. Is this where we are going now?" John asks Harry.

“Yes. You two will be going with me and Tom." the boar man answered.

“What about Harsha and the other three? Why did they even come here?"

“Harsha and I will do our part later, after your visit to the Memory Tree." Jack answered.

“My brother and I have other business to take care of here." Danny adds.

“Well. Lead the way then." John comments.

Tom and Harry take over escorting Frank and John further into The Hollow, while Harsha and Jack stay behind with Danny and Max. The captive audience of additional boar men dispersed quietly.

The trip deeper into The Hollow was something of a transformative experience, as the walk continued along it's persistent slight uphill journey and then leveled off. In this level spot the surrounding trees yielded to the presence of a singular huge shade tree, positioned in the middle of this level area. This area also had much brighter lighting, that was devoid of the waist high fog and allowed actual sunlight to filter through the leaves. A sunlit dry oasis. The tree in the middle was different than a typical shade tree and used it's roots to suspend its massive form above ground, Leaving only the ends of it's roots themselves to sink into it. This created a very fascinating organic looking support structure, that left the middle area under the tree completely open. Within this open area was signs of habitation by the boar men themselves. Seeing a single man walk in between two of the suspension roots made judging the size of the tree easy enough. John politely request they stop and allow him the chance to accurately assess what he was seeing in front of him. The two boar men just chuckled and nodded in response, then busied themselves by socializing with other boar men in the area. The boar men were all the same height and size as him in their visible human form. Spacing in between the roots had to be roughly six feet at the ground and possibly only three feet at the height of a man's head. One of the boar men invited Frank and him to come inside. The overall interior shape was like that of a cone, but with a domed top replacing the pointed one. The roots kept themselves confined to the outer edge, leaving the interior completely open. Lighting inside was provided by familiar glowing fungus, attached to the inside of the roots. There was also additional hanging glow crystals on vines, for when it got dark at night. The floor was soft and seemed to be comprised of a moss type he was not familiar with at all. As both of them walked back out, they could clearly see the branches of the shade tree reached all the way across the clearing and connected with the surrounding canopy. The lowest branch had to be at least sixty feet above ground and thick enough to be as wide as a truck at the trunk. His eyes then identified the source of the continuous creaking, as he watched the end of the branch occasionally sway and making that exact sound. Walking further out and turning around, John gauged the trunk itself to be at least twenty feet across where the roots began. This made the area where the roots touched the ground to be as wide as forty feet. The tree itself looked to shade an equivalent circular space one hundred feet wide. John saw that Tom and Harry had finished their socializing and motioned for Frank and him to rejoin them at the edge of the open area. Both waved and nodded, while walking towards them.

“So what did you think of the living accommodations?" Tom asked.

“I think it's pretty awesome and could get used to living here." Frank commented.

“I certainly wouldn't mind coming back for visits." John added.

“Such humble praise." Harry quipped and gave John a light fist tap on the shoulder.

“Just how many of these trees are there?" John asked.

“There is only six of them. They in turn surround and are connected to the Memory Tree. At one time, before the swamp existed, there was a lot more of them. Then the great flood came and wiped out the rest of them. Only the trees on this huge hill remain, with the Memory Tree being the one at the top and now home to the elder boar men." Harry answers.

“Connected? You mean like the trees back at The Kingdom?" Frank asks.

“Somewhat like that, but at the roots." Tom answers and points at the ground near them.

There was clear visible sign of something huge running underground and pushing it upwards a bit. The curved elevated presence ran all the way to the huge shade tree in one direction and then ran into the trees and fog the other direction further uphill. It reminded John of a mole tunnel.

“Now, let's go meet the elders at the Memory Tree." Tom announces, then begins walking alongside the big bulging surface into the trees and fog. Harry politely walks up behind them both and gives a polite nudge to follow. Frank and John take the hint and soon are right behind Tom inside the fog and trees. John noticed that unlike the previous half of trip up the hill, there was a clearly defined pathway running along both sides of the raised ground above whatever was beneath the surface. He was later informed that it was an actual extension root form the Memory Tree itself. He also noticed white poles the size of his wrist marking the outer edge of the paths and stood at head height.

The poles themselves had familiar glow crystals attached to the top of them. He found himself being grateful for this feature, when realizing the fog had become more dense and hovered higher above the ground, at the level of his shoulders. The overall lighting level seemed a little dimmer in this upper part, as compared to the lower part they initially walked through earlier. The fog's presence was also distorting the sounds around them. Both Frank and John noticed that there were no wind gusts or drafts at the ground level in this section. The wind was staying over their heads and moving only the branches. Although the individual branches still creaked, all the usual bird sounds were gone and replaced with the occasional trill or hoot of an owl. They just looked at each other and snickered at the thought of what Luke was likely thinking of this place, somewhere else on the hill right now. New sounds began filtering through the air and were barely heard above the creaking and rustling of leaves. John could have sworn it was moaning, but it was too faint.

“Hey. You hear that just now?" Frank nudged him and whispered into his ear.

“I think so." John whispered back.

“I think it came from over there." Frank points out beyond the path.

“I think Tom heard it too. He is stopping." John observes.

“You two behind me have any idea what direction that moan came from?" Tom asked.

“I saw Frank pointing towards some general area to your left Tom." Harry answered.

Tom turned to face Harry and had a beautiful faint blue glow to his eyes.

“Harry and I will go see if there is anything out there worth our attention. You two stay inside the path markers and wait for us here."

Both boar men then walked in between two poles and then began to fade from sight, as they walked further away. Either the fog was somehow at a greater height off the path or the path itself set higher than the surrounding ground. Eventually the boar men's heads disappeared completely into the fog. Frank and John occupied themselves with a spotting game during the wait. They kept score of how many times they spotted yellow eyes in the branches above, that belonged to a hooting owl. Both were actually getting quite involved and were wildly turning and pointing above their heads. Then Frank accidentally stepped beyond the pole barrier and found his foot failing to make contact with the path, before dropping down and tipping off balance into the fog.

“Shit. Joh-..." Frank disappeared into the fog and his voice got muffled right away.

John spun around and saw no one.

“Frank. Frank. Come on. One game wasn't enough and now you want to play Hide & Seek?"

No answer came. Not even a muffled sound.

“Seriously?" John through his hands in the air in exasperation, then folded his arms and waited.

He remembered Frank doing things like this in the past, whenever he get bored with something. It would run it's course and then the novelty would wear off, loosing it's appeal to his friend. So he just stood there and waited, while resuming the spotting game silently. He then stopped and swore he heard that moaning again. This time it was closer.

“Frank. Frank, if you are nearby, did you hear that?" Still no answer.

John then swore he saw some sort of movement just above the fog in the distance. It wasn't a head. An arm maybe? He firmly gripped the nearby pole and began test steps beyond where it was planted. The ground seemed to slope away from the path at a slightly steep angle. This would explain why Tom and Harry ended up disappearing so quickly. He stretched the arm of his gripping hand out as far as it would go and found himself raising up onto his toes, to see over the fog. A screech then suddenly ripped through the air and his hand flinched on reflex, loosing his grip on the pole and tumbling right into the fog. He found himself tumble a couple times, before coming to a stop on his ass and hands. John looked around and found himself being grateful that there was at least some visibility within the fog itself. The view distance appeared to be about ten feet. He also noticed that where ever he landed, it was not dirt and even felt a little spongy. Lifting his one hand briefly eliminated the wet possibility of it being mud. What ever he was sitting on, had the suspending capacity of a mattress.

He proceeded to do a test bounce and found the surface under his ass respond just like a mattress. John then decided it was time to get up on his feet and see if maybe he could find the others. The moment he proceed to lift his hand again, he found it glued to the spongy surface. A test lift of the other hand demonstrated the same situation. Additional test lifting revealed his flattened out legs and heels were also glued in place. Now he was getting annoyed and was about to call out, when the spongy sticky surface under him abruptly shifted in the direction of his feet and brought his back down against it. He then felt a very odd sensation crawl across his skin, where it stuck to this thing. It was like millions of very tiny fingers flexing and moving over the surface, applying more of what was keeping him glued in place. John proceeded to open his mouth and call out, when his ears heard a spraying sound and found himself completely engulfed in a fine fragrant mist. His nose immediately reacted and he recognized the scent. Before he could form a single thought and ponder what may likely happen next, his cock became hard rather quickly and throbbed hard enough to slap his belly. The surface under his back flexed a little and his ears picked up an a dragging noise. He looked down and saw something quickly materialize within the fog. It's shape resembled that of a stigma seen inside of a flower, with it's more slender top section barely visible beyond the fog. He spotted movement through the fog and recognized the slender outlines of a stamen. The huge end of it moved a little closer and had an teardrop shape to it. Then he heard moaning coming from it, the bulging tip raised up towards the top of the stigma and out of sight. John then felt something blunt and lubricated pry itself in between his ass cheeks, as another big spray of mist surrounded him. His cock began leaking syrup as the intruding appendage found his anal entrance and thrust forward. It stopped the moment it found his prostate and began inflating the end into a round ball, then started to throb against it rhythmically. He couldn't help but moan, as the surface under him flexed some more and began curling around his body. A puffing and hissing sound was heard from both sides of his head, as the end of this thing beyond the top of his head began curling over his face. The situation was a little familiar to him, except this encasement process was going to be a lot more snug and fit right against his body. John finally resigned with the reality he was not going anywhere, until this plant was done with him. He simply closed his eyes and listened to the familiar organic sealing sounds, while the section slid over his face and then across his chest, as the sides finished wrapping up the rest of his body. The sensation of the millions of tiny lubricated feelers moving all over his body felt quite exotic and was especially noticeable around his nipples. The organic encasement then began to shift and John felt his weight shift, as his internal sense of balance told him he was now in a vertical position. The movement of air outside of it reminded him that his throbbing leaking cock was left exposed. Odd. He then felt a brief sensation of swiftly ascending and then being flipped again until he was facing downward. At that moment a lubricated presence made contact with his cock head and swiftly engulfed all of it, before remaining attached and initiating a milking sequence. The round throbbing presence over his prostate briefly inflated a little bigger, before extending something lubricated up into his gut. He then felt the familiar presence of syrup being pumped into him. His belly swelled as the two appendages began syncing up and finding a rhythm. The quality of the air inside began changing and he started to smell familiar air infusing scents, as his mind began to relax and he began to think less coherently. Within minutes John was reduced to a simple minded syrup producing milking cow and thought of nothing but giving the plant everything he had flowing through his system. Loss of consciousness was not too far away, as the syrup began to flow in and out of him in a steady strong surge.

Outside the plant, all that could be seen above the fog was four teardrop shaped pods, attached to curved slender stems. All four of them suspended in the air in a horizontal position, with a singular long slender tendril breaking the fog and attached to the side. Inside of one teardrop was a man being milked through multiple orgasms and then found himself experiencing the mind shattering bliss of cumming continuously, as syrup began to flow through his body. The other three teardrops encased John and the other two boar men. The plant below slowly and patiently milked them of everything they had and would continue to do so for many hours.

Further up and at the end of the path, where there was no fog at all, stood a single nine foot tall burly boar man. Although his body retained human structure to it, his head was that of a boar. His age strongly punctuated by the length of his four tusks and the gray of the fur covering his body. The two longer tusks had a single gold band near the end of each one. He stood there motionless, with folded arms and the patience of a statue. He had just walked up to the end of the path earlier and spotted two boar men step off into the fog. He kept himself partially hidden by a nearby tree and watched the other two men. One was either a dedicated packer man or server of The Kingdom. The other was most definitely a gator man. The amber glow of his eyes in the dim lighting gave that away. It was amusing. He watched them stand there and wait for the other two to return, then proceed to distract themselves with the surroundings. They were close. It was obvious. Then he spotted the one get too close to a path marker post and tumble into the fog. He grunted softly with amusement and watched the other one more intently. It wasn't long before he was making a cautious and humorous attempt to assess the situation, by holding onto a marker post and lean out as far as he could beyond the path. The boar man's eyes then spotted airborne movement near the path and then heard the screech. The man lost his grip on the pole and tumbled right into the fog himself. He got a good deep chuckle out of that and then proceeded to sit down for a while at the concealing tree, while looking back towards the Memory Tree's massive suspension roots and watched the rather animated conversation occurring inside, among the other eleven elder boar men. He was confident that it would be quite a while, before any of the four men found their way back to the path. So he sat and watched his companions for a bit longer, while occasionally glancing up at the massive branches providing shade to the entire area under the tree. He closed his eyes and relished the sensation of warm sunlight splotches touching and moving across his body, as the steady breeze of the hill top moved the branches overhead.

Satisfied that enough time had likely passed, he stood up and established a observation position right at the beginning of the path. He then simply folded his arms and waited, while focusing his gaze into the dimly lit hollow and watched for any signs of movement. Nothing relevant got his attention. Just the familiar shadowy outline of teardrop shaped pods, slowly swaying above the fog barrier in select locations off the path. His cock firmed up and began tapping wetly against his belly, at the thought of what he knew was happening inside each pod. His eyes then spotted new movement. It was the hovering pods off the same side the four men disappeared into earlier. The pods were descending back down into the fog. Time to go greet the guests. He slowly began walking down the path, into the dimly lit hollow and fog. His cock mildly bobbing side to side and making wet slapping contact with the inside of his thighs.

John slowly raised himself up onto his hands and knees, before crawling out of the opening pod. His eyes were only half open and he himself was only half awake, as he began a quick self examination. No perceivable damage could be felt by his fingers. Just a gaping hole coated with syrup, where the plant had just fucked and filled him. In fact his whole body was coated with syrup... again. Once more strength began returning to his limbs, he made effort to get up onto his feet and started slowly walking. He was not completely aware of his surroundings just yet, but he was staying more focused on where his feet were going. If he came across another spongy surface, he would prefer to maybe avoid it if possible. Instead his feet began meeting resistance via the ground sloping upwards rather sharply. His vision had finally cleared up and he could swear he saw the vague outline of a pole and a standing person ahead of him. The fog also seemed to be getting thinner around his head. Good. He found the path... or a different path. At this point, he really didn't care. It was a path. Period. John then began reaching out towards the pole ahead and got a reaction from the vague figure beyond the fog. They reached out and firmly gripped his forearm, while looking right at him with soft glowing blue eyes. The outline of the head was not remotely human. It had pointed ears and two long curved pointed things coming out the sides. He was then hoisted up onto the path and came face to face with a boar's head, briefly bumping his nose against the end of the snout. The boar man then straightened up in front of him and stepped back a little. He towered over John at an additional three feet.

“Welcome to The Hollow John. Danny and Nax sent word ahead that you would de coning here today with a thriend. Ny nane is Arthur." The boar man greeted.

“Uhm. Thanks for the help Arthur. Sorry about the sticky stuff. I accidentally ran into something and it got a little messy. Have you seen Frank, Harry or Tom?"

“They did not cone ut the tath yet. I decided to cone down and see ith anyone needed ny helt with thinding their way dack to it. I'n sure they will de here soon. You doing okay there?"

Arthur saw that John started to sway a little and grab the nearby pole for support, then shake his head a little. Both met eyes again and chuckled.

“You look a dit drained there duddy and could use a little sonething thor helt." Arthur observed.

John just nodded and simply stood still, until he felt stable enough to let go of the pole. Arthur then stepped forward and allowed his hard throbbing cock to make contact with the man's chest. He then made a couple thrusts to rub the head across it, coating the hair on it with more syrup.

“Go ahead, John. You need this." Arthur encouraged, lifting his cock head up to the man's lips.

John raised his other hand up, to grip the huge cock and then opened his mouth, to take the end of it inside. His tongue move forward and stroked the piss slit area, finding that it yielded to the applied pressure. He looked directly into Arthur's eyes and waited for approval. The boar man gently put a hand on the back of John's head and kept it in place, while stroking the head itself.

“Lick." Came the singular request.

John proceeded to push again with his tongue and found that it effortlessly sunk inside the huge cock head. He saw Arthur close his eyes and groaned with approval and then opened them back up, as syrup began to flow freely. His eyes then looked right into John's eyes. They locked gazes as the syrup began rolling over the tongue and down his throat.

“Yes. Drink." Came the simple request from Arthur.

The elder boar man noticed the residue in the hair was already dry, as it began flaking and falling off with each stroke of his hand. He then took his free hand and started brushing it off the skin.

John moved his other hand and gripped the throbbing cock firmly on both sides, while Arthur finished brushing loose flakes off him, then raised the hand to lace fingers with the other one and gently cradled the gator man's head in them. Then something began to feel different inside. The impulse to aggressively suck on the boar man's cock popped into John's mind. He had no time to think why or react and found his own body react for him. His tongue began digging into the cock more vigorously and his swallowing became for insistent.

“Yes. Nore. Drink."

The words echoed in his head and he complied. His stomach gurgled with approval, as his system began absorbing and breaking the syrup down for him. He felt his head clear up and proper energy return to his body. Nothing else mattered but to keep swallowing everything this beautiful beast would give him. Then he noticed the syrup flow start to slow down. No. He wanted more. Please.

“Easy there. Don't want you to get too nuch inside you."

Arthur then moved his hands to Johns shoulders and gently pushed him away. John could feel the throbbing cock in his hands begin to soften. He licked his lips in appreciation for the energy replenishing gift of the boar man and then broke the gaze with Arthur, the moment he felt a hand pat on his back. He looked to his side and met the glowing blue eyes of Tom.

“I see you met Arthur. He is one of the twelve boar men elders here in The Hollow. They have rather... potent presence." He chuckled and then turned to walk further uphill along the path.

John could see signs of a break in the trees in that direction and saw two more men being framed by sunlight. One had the same glowing blue eyes and the other waved at him. He guessed they were Harry and Frank. He then felt himself being gently turned and the one hand glide across his shoulder, before he was brought into a sideways hug with Arthur's hip. The hug was returned with an arm across the ass cheeks, as the elder boar man slowly stepped forward and John kept pace with him.

“Let's go neet the other elders, John." Arthur invited warmly.

The rest of the walk up the hill was rather short and John soon found himself bathed in normal shaded light again, under the massive sprawling branches of the Memory Tree. Frank remained right where they emerged and gave both of them a hug, before grabbing John's hand and began slowly pulling him away from the elder boar man. Arthur just chuckled and relented, allowing the gator man to break free and walk away, while taking in the sight of the Memory Tree itself.

“Isn't this thing awesome. It's like a huge version of that one tree, we read about in a story and was like in the backyard of some family's castle." Frank commented with childlike enthusiasm.

Words were too few to describe the rather striking appearance of this location. The dense moss that was found only inside the other trees down the hill, was everywhere and flowed all the way out to where the fog and treeline began. The leaves maintained a brilliant amber color that matched a gators eyes at night. The color of the bark was white and showed off the rich texture of it's shared spiral pattern, wrapping around the huge trunk and massive branches above. Most of the buildings back in the city would do well to touch the lowest branches with their roofs. The entire cleared area under the tree had to be at least two hundred feet wide. A normal size family home would easily fit inside the open area beyond the roots. The tree itself also had a curious feature to it. The air moving through the branches would occasionally create the illusion that it was literally talking to him in whispers.

“Welcome Traveler."

“Rest and Enjoy."

“Share Everything."

Both Frank and John slowly walked around under the tree, while catching up on their recent experience back in the fog covered section of The Hollow. They had just finished talking, when a rather loud exclamation ripped through the air.

“Oh my word! How is a tree like so huge!" Luke's voice was unmistakable.

“Hey Luke!" Frank and John waved at him form across the shaded area.

“John!" Luke immediately began running towards them.

The man standing behind Luke was very likely Brian. Frank and John simply waved at him, after he waved and began talking with another boar man elder, who approached him and James.

“Is it just me or does he look a little out of place, being the only slim man here?" Frank asked.

John couldn't help but laugh, while watching the surprisingly fit Luke close the gap quickly.

“He might be out of place here, but he would fit in with the horse men." He quipped.

“Yeah. I bet neither his boyfriend or girlfriend has complaints about that thing on him."

Both had to admit that Luke did have an impressive above average length and girth to his cock, while watching the head of it's flaccid form slap thigh to thigh with his running gate. They didn't have long to wait, as he came to a stop in front of them and began taking several deep breathes. He raised a finger to give him a moment and then finally began talking again.

“This place is a little creepy and a little amazing at the same time. The tree above us is definitely amazing. The place just outside of here is definitely creepy and... also... ve-... -ry..."

Luke trailed off and got a blank look on his face. Frank and John couldn't resist the comedy of the moment and just stood there, while waiting for him to finish and watched his cock quickly become hard. The silence of their private social huddle, being occasionally broken by the sound of the slim man's hard cock slapping his belly. Although both of them maintained total silence, they did have big grins manifesting on their faces.

“Luke." Frank whispered towards the daydreaming man.

“Luke." John added in a normal tone.

Both of them then cleared their throats, causing Luke to then shake his head and blush.

“It's okay. I reacted the same way my first days. You're still new to all this stuff."

Frank assures Luke, before giving him a hug. John spotted Luke grabbing his cock and keeping it upright, before their bodies closed the gap. He just chuckled while watching both of them have a rather extended long hug with eyes closed and noticed both of them slightly move their hips.

“I think someone is adjusting to this place just fine." Frank whispered into Luke's ear.

The slim man just smiled and nodded. A whistle then tore through the air and all three looked the general direction of where Brian was standing by the tree roots and waving his hand for them to come to him. As they began walking towards him, they noticed everyone else was already inside beyond the suspension roots. John noticed the closer he got to the tree, the more massive it's presence felt. One could easily drive one of the large rovers in between the suspension roots and have sufficient room to turn around beyond them. Brian allowed John to linger and explore the interior, while him and the other two walked towards where two elder boar men were standing. He lost count of how many hanging glow crystals were overhead, as he looked up and attempted to gauge how far up it was to the expected domed ceiling. There was simply too many obscuring the view. The interior arrangement was quite a bit like the tree village of the gators and showed clear signs of distinct work areas set aside for specific tasks. Just like back at the village, the work areas showed clear signs of specialized functions and were accessorized with the presence of two pitcher plants. One of the places he looked at had something to do with food preparation. Another one had three familiar looking metal crates stacked near a table. One crate was open and two slates lay on the table. John briefly looked towards the middle of the open area and spotted the familiar glowing presence of a lift platform. Frank and Luke had just stepped onto it with two companion boar men elders and waved his direction, before it began descending downward. Into the ground? That is certainly new and will definitely have to look at that later. He then looked back and came across an occupied work area, that was closed in. The objects isolating the space looked like tall wooden cabinets from the back and their sheer size made him feel as small as a kid again. They had to be at least nine feet tall and four feet wide each. Their coloration matched that of the tree and a quick look upwards showed they were connected to it, through a few vertical roots. The roots became the rounded corners of the cabinets themselves. The cabinet sides had the look of many very large orange leaves layered over each other. He then spotted a break in the cabinets and walked right up to it, to see how things looked inside the space they were keeping private.

“Hello again John." Came the familiar tone of Arthur's voice.

John walked on around the cabinet and spotted the boar man standing in front of the next cabinet. The view from this side showed the cabinets to look rather normal enough and were in fact book cases, with very large books setting on shelves enclosed behind some clear organic panel. The interior beyond the panels was dark and he found it very difficult to see exactly what was inside on each shelf. Arthur himself was holding one of the books and had just closed it and was moving towards a shelf that was actually open and lit up. John watched as he carefully set it vertical in between thin dividers and then swung down a clear panel. The whole edge of the shelf above it seemed to work like some organic hinge, as it silently swung down. The other three edges then made an organic sealing sound, as he watched them flex slightly and hug the panel edges.

“The dooks are thery old. Old as ne really. So we hathe to take stecial care oth then."

“There are a few books back in the city. But access for physically reading them is strictly controlled, out of consideration of their equally excessive age and condition." John commented.

“The cases here keet the dooks in good reading shate."

“I see that." John replies with an approving tone, as the illumination inside turns off.

“Now. Let's see adout thinding the nissing tages oth this dook." Arthur taps John's head with a finger and chuckles, as he walks past him and out of the enclosed book archive area. John looks over the twenty four foot wide circular layout and found it curious there was nothing else around to sit on or set books on either. Considering his experience within the entire swamp so far, this did not seem all that odd to him now. A quick look directly up showed six round things hovering overhead and roughly big enough to hold a single boar man each. He just shrugged and proceeded to follow Arthur. Upon walking back out of the enclosed area, he noticed the entire social area was now rather lacking of occupants. Besides him and Arthur, the only other visible people was Brian and three familiar boar men from earlier. All four were patiently standing just beyond the glowing lift platform.

“So where does the platform go, after it drops down into the ground?" John asks Arthur.

“To the heart oth the Nenory Tree." The elder boar man replies.

“Is there anything specific I need to know, before going down there with you?"

“Nothing stecial. Just dring an oten nind."

Arthur and John briefly paused at the edge of the platform. Brian and the four other boar men gave them hugs, before stepping aside. Close visual inspection showed that the platform was the same size as the one back at the gator tree village. The entire circular opening was hugging the platform tightly and holding it in place. This was a little different.

“Wait. You guys are staying behind." John asked them.

“Only elder boar men and their invited companions go down there. The place has a very specific and special purpose, utilized by them alone."

“We have already been down there many times." James started.

“This planned specific moment is for the two of you to share." Tom adds.

“Tyler and me have some lunch to prepare, for when you are done." Harry chimes in, before leaving with the other boar man and walk towards the food preparation section. Arthur just snorts and rolls his eyes at the weak response from those two.

“Ready?" Arthur looks down and asks John.

“I think so. This special place below will definitely help me retrieve my lost memory of the hyena encounter?" John asks with expectation.

“It is the tlace." The elder boar man confirms.

John just nods and proceeds to step onto the platform first. Arthur steps on next and closes his eyes briefly, then opens them again. He heard a familiar organic sealing sound come from all around the platform and then felt it start to slowly descend. The edge made a familiar organic sound, as it glided over the smooth circular wall of the passage on their way down through it. The familiar organic sliding sound itself was making his own cock get firm, as he looked around and noticed a soft blue ambient glow pulsing through the wall material. He walked near the platform edge and reached out to touch it. The walls were expectantly slick with something and the substance had a familiar warm thick consistency to it. He pulled back his coated hand and looked back at Arthur for approval. The elder boar man was just standing there with folded arms and simply nodded back, as his own huge hard cock began throbbing and slapping his belly. Without braking eye contact, John pushed the ends of his four fingers right into his mouth and experienced something of a mental jolt. The moment his mind completely processed the familiar maple flavor, his senses were briefly high jacked and he found himself laying on something warm. It was pulsing under him and had an attached feeding tendril in his mouth. He could also tell his own cock was being milked inside the warm thing. At the same time there was a big furry presence on top of him and a familiar thick pulsing presence deep inside his gut. The end of it was flexing and twisting inside him in a very stimulating way. The furry presence right over him was making a very distinct drawn out grunting sound. A boar. His vision then returned to him looking at Arthur again. John let his fingers slide back out of his mouth and the hand drop to his side.

“Whoa."

“Totent exterience." Arthur quipped.

John simply nodded and then looked above him, as a second familiar type organic sound reached his ears. The opening overhead began slowly closing. The material of the closing doorway gave it the exact appearance of a person's anal entrance, complete with the constricting ring becoming wrinkled and puffy upon closing. Everything inside was now bathed in various shades of pulsing blue illumination. He then heard the muted sound, coming from below the platform, of another identical type door opening. His ears then began picking up the faint echo of moaning and drawn out grunting.

“I might know what those sounds are coming from now." John suggested and smirked.

“Do tell." Arthur challenged and chuckled.

John obliged by swiping a finger over the passage wall and held the coated end up.

“Did you like it?" Arthur asked.

“It is maple flavored. Of course I liked it."

“Not what I neant."

“Ah. What I saw after tasting the syrup. Is that what we will be doing?"

“That is how it works."

“I'm not sure how to feel about the process. I know it will be very pleasurable of course. But the other part concerns me a bit. There has to be a important reason why my own mind is blocking me from remembering that experience."

Arthur walks up to John and gives him a big hug, crushing his own throbbing cock between them. John notices the dripping head of it glide past his cheek and just chuckles, while hugging the elder boar man back. They just stand there and listen to the platform glide further down the shaft and maintain the hug for quite a while. The moment is interrupted, as the edge of the platform clears the bottom opening of the vertical passage. The moaning and grunts come flowing louder through the growing gap, while the lighting itself maintains the same blue hue and intensifies a little. John looks around and notices the source of the illumination in this new area isn't coming from the walls, but from something under the descending platform. The slow pulsing rhythm of the illumination makes it quite difficult to judge the size of the lower chamber. A soft thump is felt, as the platform comes to a stop and a familiar organic ring clamps onto it from all around. He looks up and sees a familiar puckered organic door close overhead. The ceiling appeared to be curving downward, away from the puckered entrance, like a dome. Another elder boar man was standing just past the platform and simple nodded at them. Arthur nodded back and nudged John to walk towards the elder and followed close behind him.

“Welcone to the heart oth the Nenory Tree, seeker oth lost nenory." The elder greeted John.

John simply smiled and nodded back respectfully. He looked around some more and estimated the spherical chamber to be roughly ninety six feet wide. Him and Arthur began following the elder down a gentle curving and sloping ramp, that was just wide enough for a truck and firmly anchored to the curved wall of the chamber itself. There was no railing present. The further they descended, the louder the sounds of sex and pleasure became. Once they arrived near the bottom of the ramp, his eyes noticed something a bit off about the floor and soon got his answer when he felt his own feet break the surface of a dense warm substance. It felt just like the syrup on the passage walls. He was very careful about stepping further down the ramp and was helped a little by Arthur, as his descent into the syrup itself finally stopped at the depth of his knees. John took this moment to stop and assess his surroundings, while Arthur walked past him and talked quietly with the elder in front of him.

“Is it okay if I look around? I won't disturb anything will I?" He asked the two elder boar men.

“Go ahead John." Arthur replied and the other one nodded with approval.

The ramp they had just descended looked like it was grown in place, more than actually made and likely composed of the same living plant material itself. This seems to be a preferred and common aesthetic. He then finally directed his attention to the pulsing soft light source itself. He couldn't see very much of the bottom part beyond the nine elder boar men, whom were currently linked together in in a sexual daisy chain of three boar men each. All of them were much bigger in size and one glance down at their digitigrade legs made it clear why this was the case. The boar man on the bottom was resting on what looked like a tree root bulging up out of the syrup, while nursing on a connecting tendril. The boar man breeding him was also nursing on a connecting tendril, as was the next one buried inside of him. There was also an additional and thicker connecting tendril lodged in the exposed ass of the boar man on top. John kept a polite distance and walked on past the three groups, to get a better view of the source beyond them itself. The collective extended grunts coming from the boar men made his cock throb hard and drip persistently. Just beyond the third group was the source of the moaning, in the form of Frank plastered against another exposed root and obviously buried balls deep inside a receiving hole on the big root itself. He had a feeding tendril in his mouth and a elder boar man in the same massive form as the other nine, buried balls deep inside him.

It was impossible to see Frank's balls at all underneath the massive scrotum of the elder boar man, who was nursing on a feeding tendril of his own and keeping his weight supported on his muscular arms and digitigrade legs. He then caught movement to the side, in the form of Luke waving with one hand, heavily coated with dripping syrup and simply standing there, while slowly masturbating his hard cock with the other equally heavily coated hand. The slim man had a satisfied smirk on his face and was clearly enjoying the sexual display in front of him. John just chuckled and directed his attention back to the slow pulsing blue light source. The tangled network of thick vines flowing over the smooth clear surface, made it resemble the spherical pod for the fruit juice back at The Kingdom. Accept this sphere was far bigger and blue of course. Possibly twenty four feet wide. The top of it was capped by a circular platform, that was obviously where the platform lift was setting and the spiral ramp directly overhead connected to it. The bottom of the thing was completely concealed by the syrup levels in the chamber. Just past Frank and his breeding partner was two more exposed roots. At this point John realized the likely positioning and size of the roots corresponded with the bulging ground surface, that ran through the heavily fog shrouded section surrounding the Memory Tree. He also remembered that the ground all around the Memory Tree was completely flat and had no bulges anywhere. This is where the major connecting roots started. He then noticed his cock was starting to throb a bit more and a steady trickle of syrup was running out of it. The elder boar man, Arthur was talking with, walked over to Luke and whispered something into his ear. Luke nodded and started carefully wading over to the exposed root next to Frank and stopped in front of John.

“Arzur says it's time and to get into place." Luke tells him.

The slim man then closes the distance to the exposed root and begins straddling it, while carefully lining his hard cock up with the receiving orifice. He lets out a gasp of satisfaction, as it slips inside with a distinctive organic sliding sound. Luke then lowers his front down onto the root and gently grips a tendril that extends up out of it's own orifice in front of his head. The end of it displaying a familiar phallic form, before it disappears into the man's mouth. He then lays his head down onto it sideways and hugs the root itself with his arms. Azur shifted his posture to lean forward and down onto his hands, just as familiar organic popping sounds began emanating from his body. Final confirmation came in the form of it's overall mass visibly increasing in size, as the tissue underneath the fur rippled a bit. A short tail with a tufted end then manifested above his ass and acquire fur. He remained down on his hands and feet,while slowly walking up and over Luke's lower back. The massive boar would have easily been twelve feet tall when standing on just his legs. Azur then began making test humps as his distinctive corkscrew tipped cock began coming out of the sheath, squirting thin streams of fragrant syrup and twitching to create the visible corkscrew like action. The moment it made contact with Luke's ass cheeks, it began boring in between them and quickly found it's destination, as signaled by the slim man's eyes getting quite big in surprise. The elder boar man simply grunted and groaned, while patiently sliding his twitching boring cock slowly inside the man under him. Luke's expression quickly turned to a blank one and he began moaning around the tendril, as a sign the twitching end had found his prostate. Azur held his position and depth distance, while adjusting his arm and leg positions for better distribution of his weight. He then looked directly at John.

“Go ahead and get in tlace." Azur encourages.

John looks past the elder boar and saw that Arthur had already changed and was patiently waiting for him to finally get into his breeding spot. He just chuckles and nods, before giving Azur light pats on his huge muscular thigh and proceeds to walk past him. A quick glance down and very close up view of the elder's huge scrotum humbled John a little. It was big enough to fit a man's head comfortably inside it. Considering what he understood so far about the mechanics of a syrup producing person's balls, he felt even more humbled about the crazy amount of syrup a boar man could produce. He noticed a hidden orifice open just beyond the huge scrotum, as a rather thick lubed tendril extends up out of it and begins sliding up Azur's scrotum, seeking the rather obvious target. John then walked up to the remaining exposed root and exchanged nods with Arthur, as he begun straddling it.

John used his hands for support and grip, as he maneuvered himself into position and guided his trickling cock to line up with the puckered orifice in the root. It was quite warm to the touch and felt amazing, as he slowly applied pressure and slid inside it. He then allowed himself to slowly sink in until his balls touched the root. There seemed to be no pressure against his belly and a glance downward showed that the root itself had an indentation that perfectly cradled his own belly. John let the rest of himself lay against the root and hugged it with his arms, moaning with satisfaction and relishing the sensation of sinking his cock inside a warm place once more. Then just as his moan stopped, he felt the fur of Arthur's chest glide over his back and saw the huge muscular arms move past his shoulders, before feeling the lubed twitching tip of that distinct corkscrew boar cock touch his ass.

“Tlenty oth tine thor noaning later." Arthur chides.

John then felt the cock slowly and persistently spread his cheeks, before making contact with his entrance and smoothly push past it. The motion didn't stop and continued as the twitching end drilled past his prostate, then proceeded to sink all the way into his gut. The sensation of being penetrated in such a stimulating and persistent manner, caused John to jerk his head up in surprise and gasp. Arthur wasted no time and took advantage of this moment, by grabbing an extending feeding tendril in front of them and shoved it right into the man's open mouth.

“Now theed and sintly let ne dreed."

John felt the twitching cock pull out, to the where the corkscrew end was resting right on his prostate, then stop. Arthur kept it there for a while and then in the same continuous smooth motion, plunged back in all the way. The man's head soon fell to the root and rested on it's side, as a familiar blank expression manifested on his face. The elder boar man left his twitching cock buried all the way inside and just stood there, as he began grunting and filling the man under him. John pretty much knew what was about to happen next, as the syrup came out the tendril in his mouth and touched his tongue. It was just like the syrup coating the passage walls. His mind would soon be taken on a journey and his body kept relaxed via the exquisite pleasure of being filled and milked at the same time continuously. Arthur made one last adjustment with his posture and stance, then gripped a feeding tendril and guided it to his muzzle. He then rested his head on John's shoulder and mentally prepared himself to take the memory journey with the man, as he felt a lubed thick tendril travel up his scrotum. It quickly found his anal entrance and pushed on inside, to begin filling him. The syrup and information flow loop was now complete at all six roots. The central spherical source began to glow brighter and pulse differently. Everyone's body rhythms and pulses began falling in sync with each other, as the syrup began to flow through them stronger. Soon their collective rhythm then fell in sync with the pulses of the source and the entire chamber then pulsed as a single unified entity. A very potent and effective sleep inducer.

The transition from looking Luke right in the eyes (as they both were filled by elder boar men), to the dream John was experiencing now was rather quick. He then knew exactly where he was and what was happening. Jack and Brian were going through the backpack that a hyena “liberated" from Luke's back. Atsu and Adongo were in their massive gorilla forms, watching the brush ahead intensely, as a dense white cloud began expanding quickly beyond it.

“What threat does the clou-...?" John gets interrupted.

His nose immediately reacts to a familiar maple scent and feels his own cock get hard as quickly as when he was surrounded by the infused air in the white zone near the seed pool. This didn't make sense. Shouldn't the intense smell be inside the cloud and not outside? He glanced down to confirm he was not the only one affected and saw that both Brian and Jack's cocks were also hard and began dripping. The scent in the air was intensifying rapidly. The cloud should be surrounding them by now. This didn't make sense. He then heard two very large cocks wetly slapping bellies, beyond Brian and Jack. Atsu and Adongo were just setting there motionless and doing nothing. He then noticed Jack set the backpack on the ground and Brian do the same with what was in his hands, before both of them drew close to John and jointly hugged him.

“Get ready buddy. This will get interesting." Jack whispered into his ear.

At the final word, the cloud itself rapidly grew super dense and took on the appearance of a huge twenty four foot wide cotton ball, partially sunken into the ground. John could swear he heard fast movement in the brush around him. He then heard distinctive long sharp whoops all around him. More hyenas. A lot more. Then the “laughter" came from the same vague locations. His eyes spotted more cotton balls manifest in the distant brush and noticed they were moving. He focused on one moving the closest to his general area and recognized one of the whoops come from right inside it. The hyenas were creating these things? How? He then noticed each of the moving cotton balls burst and the whiteness rapidly expand outwards, engulfing the surrounding area in a familiar infused white fog. The lighting started to rapidly drop, triggering Brian and Jack's eyes to glow amber as they stepped away a bit and began looking around. He spotted faint signs of more pairs of glowing green eyes floating in the distance beyond the gorilla twins. They both looked back at him for a visual check and then turned their heads back forward, displaying eyes that glowed red. He panned his head around and saw even more pairs of green eyes. Now he was getting a bit nervous. The two gator men raised a finger to their mouths to be quiet, just as the fog finished its expansion and then began to grow much thicker than what he experienced back at the white zone. The air infusion grew more intense as well. He shook his head a little and was finding it very difficult to think coherently. He was actually beginning to experience the same mental state as when he was inside the plant pod and he had yet to be milked. His cock now throbbed quite hard and had a steady trickle of syrup coming out of it. His vision was loosing focus, just as he noticed the fog grow even thicker and soon saw nothing but the fog around him. He then heard a whoop very very close to him and then felt a cold nose brush his thigh. He struggled to hold onto his coherent thinking and then felt puffs of air make contact with his ass. That was all it took.

The impulse to bend over and offer his ass to whoever was attached to that nose, popped into his head and he complied. He reached forward for something to brace his hands against and made contact with fur. It felt so soft and wonderful. He had no idea what he was touching and let himself bend completely forward until his whole chest was resting on it, with his head resting sideways on top of what was obviously a narrow mane running down it's back. He smiled to himself and began slowly petting and running his fingers through the fur. He occasionally puffed out air to move tickling mane hairs out of his face. The puffs on his ass was replaced with a long warm textured appendage, that was lubed and very flexible. It was also very wide. A tongue began stroking upwards across his exposed anal opening and pressed hard into him on each stroke. Eventually it successfully pressed hard enough to go inside him and began probing and licking his depths. The fur presence under his chest shifted and slid to cover his belly. There was something stubby attached, that twitched and then moved to the side, as his throbbing cock made contact with a familiar circular warm pulsing presence. The tongue then retreated and his lower back felt the same fur brush against it, before slowly sliding up it. At first he thought he was about to be mounted like he was some dog, but this did not happen. The sliding continued until his whole back was covered and felt fur make contact with his arms. This he could at least see in the really dense fog with his sideways resting head and recognized a very large foreleg sitting vertical only inches away. It was easily as thick as one of his legs and it had socks. Rational-coherent-thinking-John would have pondered whether or not he should let a hyena, big enough to have only its chest fur make contact with his back, mount him while bent over a normal size hyena. Simple-minded-and-horny-beyond-rational-thought-John pondered how deep the cock would go in him and how great that would feel sliding across his prostate.

His answer came soon enough, when he felt something pointed tap against his cock and balls, then again just below his anal opening, leaving behind evidence that it produced syrup as well. It then came back and found his twitching hole. The leg in front of his face moved a little, as he felt the pressure of the pointed tip slowly open him up. The hyena under him shifted slightly and he felt his cock begin to push in and open them up. The leg moved again and more cock slowly slid inside him. The pointed tip made contact with his prostate and paused. It pulled back a little and then slid forward again. The forward motion did not stop, as more continued to slide inside him with little resistance.

He seen pictures of hyena cock and was familiar with how elegantly smooth they were. They were made to slip inside whoever was on the receiving end, with very little discomfort to associate with the experience. It kept sliding in him, until he felt the back hips glide across his own and the twitching pointed cock head stop roughly under where his stomach was at. The hyena on top then stopped and the one under him shoved back hard, burying his own cock all the way inside them. John found himself without the ability to control himself and then felt the syrup flow out his cock in a steady flowing stream. He then felt his whole body begin to warm up as syrup was now flowing into him and throughout his belly. Past experience had him completely loosing his sense of self and surrendering to being used at this point. This time, he was past that point, the moment he bent over and let that tongue sink inside him. John never felt anything like this before. Words were consistently failing to describe his current mental state. He had this intense feeling of feeling so empty and wanted nothing else but to be filled again. At the same time, he physically couldn't possibly feel more full and needed desperately to be milked empty again. The warmth then spread up his throat and began flowing over his tongue. Being pressed between the bodies gave his belly no room to expand and thus the syrup simply got pushed on through his system and out his mouth. His own brain soon began behaving as if he was thoroughly exhausted and began the process of slowly shutting down his conscious mind.

Rational-coherent-thinking-John would have found this a bit disconcerting.

Simple-minded-and-horny-beyond-rational-thought-John simply didn't care and wanted more.

He then began slowly slipping away and eventually fell asleep.

What followed next was John feeling some familiar type gripping tendrils grab onto him and then lift him up in the air, wrapping him in some sort of elaborate suspension net. He couldn't move his arms and legs at all, as they seemed to be kept secured against very thick vines. The restraints themselves felt like additional smaller gripping tendrils, keeping his limbs secured in two places each. He opened his eyes and tried moving his head around, finding it to be restrained in place as well. John had no way of figuring out where he was now and the dense fog surrounding him made it very difficult figuring out how far off the ground he might be. It was especially annoying that the lighting level was dim here too. There was also persistent trouble with clearing his head. The surrounding infused air kept him in a simple minded strongly aroused state, that was further punctuated by his dripping throbbing cock and gurgling round belly. A couple of John's questions got answered, when his ears picked up the sound of paws walking on grass approach him. He spotted the dark ears and distinctive mane of a hyena manifest near his head. The animal briefly looked up at him with glowing green eyes, then looked back down and moved under him. He felt puffs of warm breath hit his cock and then the animal's warm muzzle wrap and it, as he sat down and began nursing. He couldn't help but moan at the welcome sensation of feeling what was in his belly, flow through his enlarged pumping prostate and out his cock into that hungry mouth. John also heard other moaning in the distance and knew he was not alone. The milking of him was persistent and soon rational-coherent-thinking-John was gone again. Only simple-minded-and-horny-beyond-rational-thought-John was present and wanted the hyena to completely drain him. The animal soon stopped and simply walked away. No. Please come back. I have more in me. Please. He wanted to say the words, but his mouth would not do the job. He had no idea how long he remained hanging there and was soon visited by another hungry hyena. The milking routine repeated and once again he was not drained. It also occurred to him he had no control of the syrup flow coming out of him. The control had been taken away. It only flowed when his cock was being nursed on. The syrup put inside him also felt a little different and denser, as well as smelling different too. Perhaps there were things in it, that was doing this stuff to him. Keeping him dumb and simple, desiring only to be milked. Having no control over any of it whatsoever. The cycle kept repeating and the more the feeding happened, the less time rational-coherent-thinking-John had presence. He did eventually reach a point to where his belly was finally back to it's normal size and lost count how many nursing sessions that took. Then he heard bigger paws crushing the grass nearby and glanced sideways, to meet a bigger pair of green glowing eyes at the same level as his head.

What little of rational-coherent-thinking-John was present knew this was the bigger one that mounted him earlier, during the initial encounter. The bigger hyena then raised it's head up and looked away, letting out a “laugh" before walking around him out of sight. He then felt fur graze his legs and then a large warm puff of air against his ass cheeks. Well, answers that question. Legs definitely kept spread apart for... refilling. Can't have the milk cow running dry, now can we. The touch of the large animal's tongue against his exposed anal entrance saw to rational-coherent-thinking-John disappearing again. It would also seem his body was kept lifted at just the right height, as he felt paws glide across his ass cheeks and sides. He then felt the fur of the chest glide across his ass and up his lower back. Next came the tapping presence of a lubed prehensile penis. That wonderful dark slick hyena torpedo had no trouble finding his anal entrance and immediately began pushing into him the moment it made contact. He felt the paws glide over his restrained spread arms and the attached legs come down just forward of his shoulders. John felt the insides of the beast's hips make contact with his own, as the cock inside him finally sunk itself all the way inside his gut. Simple-minded-and-horny-beyond-rational-thought-John anticipated what was coming next and was not disappointed, as he felt the spreading warmth and heard the gurgling of his inflating belly. Another one of the smaller hyenas carefully approached and then moved under him to begin nursing right away. This is where he wanted to be and this is what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Just hang here and be used as their milk cow.

Each time the cycle repeated, rational-coherent-thinking-John had less and less presence. He had lost count of how many times the cycle repeated and simply did not care anymore. John had become used to having no control over his syrup flow and looked forward to each nursing. The moment those glowing green eyes met his own, his anticipation would blossom and he would moan with lust infused gratitude, when that muzzle wrapped around his cock. Hours went by. So many refilling cycles. So much milking. So much to come. Day turned to night and then day once more. At one point, he was woke up from a regenerating nap and found himself draped across someone's fur covered back. There was mild bouncing and clear evidence he was empty again. He felt various leaves and branches brush past his back and limbs. While hearing words in the distance. His thinking was still too simple to understand, but rational-coherent-thinking-John surfaced briefly and made sense of them.

“Look. There they are."

“Easy there. Let the hyenas come to us."

“He appears to be okay from here."

“The bigger alpha is carrying him on his back."

“Everyone remain calm."

“That is definitely John."

That name. It was somehow relevant to him. Did he have a name? He did have a purpose and wanted this bumpy ride to be over, so he could get filled and nursed again. The voices and bouncing finally stopped. He no longer felt leaves and branches brushing past him either. Not to mention bright sunlight was warming his body up and encouraging him to finally open his eyes. The words returned.

“Easy there big guy. We are just helping you out."

John opened his eyes and saw no more fog beyond the hyena legs and paws in his vision. He felt hands gently grip and then lift him up a bit, as he was slid off the back of his furred companion. No. He didn't want to leave. He was carefully rolled over and laid down on his back and briefly blinded by the sunlight filtering through the trees above. John then saw the outlines of two heads, as his vision adjusted and cleared. Rational-coherent-thinking-John was gaining more presence and recognized the faces, as he was forming structured thoughts to associate meaning with them. One was very dark skinned and had very short curly hair. The other one felt very familiar to him and had short hair. His skin was quite a bit lighter, but tanned. Both had full beards and were smiling down at him. The one with the lighter skin spoke.

“Looks like they didn't use you too much there buddy."

“They usually only keep one for a day." The dark skinned one commented.

A third face appeared and was holding something up, that was clear as water and had glowing lines moving over it. This third face was not as familiar, but was also someone that he expected to be manipulating the clear object. A outline of a man then appeared on the object. A hand quickly glided across the clear object and disappeared.

“Aside from his electrolyte levels being very depleted and his neural activity showing signs of of heavy stress at the moment. He seems to be fine and just needs a lot of rest." The third face said.

“How much rest?" The more familiar face asked.

“About twenty four hours. He also shouldn't be disturbed during that time."

“I know of just the place for this." The darker skinned face offered.

Something on the clear object turned red and started flashing.

“We need to put him to sleep now and reduce the mental stress. His brain is not handling what he is experiencing right now very well. It's too strange to him."

John then felt a circular metallic presence make contact with his upper arm, just as his heart began to start racing and he felt the need to panic or run manifest inside his mind. A brief hissing sound was heard and that part of his arm warmed up a little. The warmth then began to rapidly spread through his arm and entire body. He was calming down and beginning to feel very relaxed, then closed his eyes to sleep some more.

“Okay vitals are going back to normal. He is ready for transport."

He felt what he was laying on shift a little under him and then a brief thump as it was set down on something. There was additional light thumbs, that matched the rhythm of someone walking. John was soon wrapped in the warm embrace of sleep itself and he slept like he had not slept in a long time.

“How are they doing.?"

“Everything looks good. They should be waking up soon." That voice from the third one.

“The smell of dinner, that is filling the air should help with that."

“That has good tining." That broken English was familiar.

“We knew about how long these memory retrieval sessions take."

“I certainly had fun helping with preparing it." I definitely know that voice.

“Hey, this one is waking up first."

“Not surprised. His was more therapy than memory retrieval."

John heard groaning with a familiar tone next to him.

“John? Where is John. Is he okay?"

“He is fine and will be waking up soon Frank." That voice has a name. Brian?

John feels a hand wrap around his own and another brush his forehead.

“I'm right here for you and not leaving."

He hears more groaning from his other side and then familiar mild protest.

“Someone mind telling me why I dreamed of those green hyenas again?"

“That is tart oth the nenory recothery trocess, Luke." Arthur?

“Hey. Not a complaint this time. Just some mental adjustment is all."

“Which part? The milking or it being a thinking beast doing the milking?" Definitely Brian.

“The fact it's a thinking beast obviously... and actually enjoying be filled by one."

“Leave it to this place to savagely shred manicured sexual norms of society." Brian observed.

“I am honestly not sure how to go about returning with my finished report, without showing the place has changed me as well. I'm already expecting USGS to take my job away from me."

“Jack has a lot of experience with such a situation and can help you."

“Jack? Where is Jack? Frank?" John finally talks and begins to fully wake up.

“My love." Frank blurts out and gives him a big hug.

“Take it nice and slow." Arthur's now familiar voice advises.

Frank helps him slowly raise up onto elbows. The lingering images of the exotic and intense milking session now fresh in his mind. He now remembered all of it. Poor Luke.

John finds himself resting on a familiar feeling soft surface and detects the pleasant scent of mint in the air again. Upon opening his eyes and looking around himself, he notices a familiar setting of the huge leaf under him and being surrounded by a small crowd of people. Except this crowd varied and was predominately burly harry men. Some of them with boar heads. Frank and Brian were in the foreground. Tom, Harry and James were standing at his feet. Most of the elder boar men were visible as well. He could hear one talking behind Brian and could also hear the responses from Luke. From the tone of the answers the slim man was giving, his experience with the hyenas was most likely his first ever feral sexual experience. The man began engaging with the elder boar man in brief hushed exchanges and exchanged glances with John. He looked embarrassed. One of the elder boar men near his feet turned his head and asked a question directly at the one squatting behind Brian.

“Azur. is Luke okay?"

“He will de, Arthur. He is deing insistant adout drithacy." Azur replied.

“Ith that is what he wants, then we will githe it."

Arthur motions for everyone to disperse and quickly jerks his muzzle in his direction, while looking right at John. The gesture was well read, as Frank helped him get up onto his feet. Although he didn't bother to notice during the visual tour of the place earlier, the leaf beds took up a full half of the open living area inside the Memory Tree roots and formed a gentle sweeping ark on that side of it, leaving the space beyond them completely open. Each leaf bed had it's own companion pitcher plant setting behind the vertical setting canopy leaf, at the head of the bead. At this point, he noticed the lighting inside was dimmer and the lighting outside was the familiar orange tones of the afternoon. The hanging glow crystals were now active and helped with internal illumination. He looked back towards where he was laying and saw both Azur and Luke were already on their feet and walking outside alone. When the slim man looked his way, they exchanged waves and smiled at each other.

“He will de just thine and certainly not the thirst." Arthur spoke softly form behind John.

John felt a brief ping of responsibility for Luke's progressive predicament over the last couple days and decided that perhaps he should help with the man's adjustment as much as he could. His first personal priority however was the man currently intertwining arms with him at the moment. The one person he was so sure he would never see again was now back in his life and made it obvious he was willing to do whatever it took, to share it with him again. Both of them then looked right at each other in the eyes and raised a hand to each other's cheek, while pulling their faces together into a long passionate kiss. Arthur grunted softly behind them with approval and rubbed their backs softly.

E P I L O G U E

The rest of John's stay at The Hollow was fairly uneventful and spent predominately with Arthur and Frank at the Memory Tree. The dinner consumed there was a delightful exotic mix of cold and cooked vegetables. The same exotic orange fruit drink was served and consumed as well. The night time walk back out of The Hollow was a stunning and exotic visit all in of itself. The fog was nowhere to be seen and previously unseen plants and fungus all glowed in different places with their own distinct color. Fire flies were just as heavily present here as back on the boat ride into the swamp itself. Before arriving at one of the outer six boar man villages, Arthur made it a point to treat John and Frank to a proper boar breeding session. The gel plug stuck inside both their asses was a rather stimulating parting gift, that kept their cocks hard the rest of the time. The resident boar men helped with the task of milking and emptying their filled round bellies. Luke soon arrived with a round belly of his own to be emptied and admitted to having a gel plug in him as well. Not long afterwards everyone exchanged pleasantries and then it was time to finally leave. The two elder boar men remained at the village and waved, as they departed and were escorted out of The Hollow by Tom and Harry. Everyone else that came here with them was waiting at the same road intersection by the big hauling rover. Hugs were exchanged and everyone boarded the vehicle for departure. Next stop. The Harvest Festival.