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MISTS OF THE MOUNTAINS: DUAL FATE

Morning fog hovers around and covers the Ranger base camp of Anchor Georgia. Anyone new to this region might think it was located near a huge lake or the ocean, to experience such heavy daily morning fog conditions. The locals have simply come to except it as part of the morning routine. Not much gets done outside during this time, within the anchor or base camp, but the early risers find ways of making it useful. Some people even get creative and come up with all sorts of morning rituals.

Subtle grunts and pants could be heard beyond the Ranger base camp and deep inside the woods surrounding it. Using just your ears, one would assume somebody was getting an early ambitious start to their day with heavy lifting. Careful listening of where the sound is coming from within the trees and close visual inspection, shows there to be no lifting at all. The outline of a large fallen tree can be seen, along with the vague outline of four figures grouped tightly together in pairs. Closer visual inspection shows two of the figures are naked and bent over the fallen tree, resting on their chests. The grunting and panting is confirmed to be coming from them specifically, as the distinct sounds of a man being fucked aggressively. The other two naked figures are obviously the ones doing the fucking and remain silent, occasionally leaning over and exchanging a long passionate kiss.

“Fuck. That cock... is big." One bent over man exclaims in between grunts and pants.

“Are you two... sure you're not... part horse?" The other bent over man asks jokingly.

The two standing men just chuckle and give their respective breeding partners slaps on the ass, before adjusting their pace and angle. Both of them then lean over and rest their torsos on top of the men's backs, for better comfort at the new angle. The intent was to slow down and begin moving at a slower pace, while targeting the pulsing prostates inside the men under them. The grunts turned to moans upon the first slow plunge and rub across that magic spot inside every man's ass.

“Would you prefer it if we were?" Trent asks before slowly pulling out completely.

“You do know such men exist among the Others. Right?" Lewis then asks and does the same.

“Those are... just stories." One of the men challenges in between moans.

“Maybe." Both twins reply, before slowly plunging back inside the men in perfect sync.

The two men moan again and grasp the tree under them firmly, as the green eyed wavy haired twins sink into them all the way to the balls and stop. There was no need to use mirrors and see the look on the faces of the two men. Trent and Lewis knew from past experience their eyes were rolling back into their heads, from the overwhelmingly intense sensation of being fucked so deep. Both were no slouches in cock size and sought after for scratching that special itch of being filled very full of man meat. Their ten inch long cocks, as thick as drinking bottles, kept such men coming back to the twins for more and more. They found the horse association to be rather flattering and a bit of an exaggeration.

“So..." Lewis Started.

“...shall we finish..." Trent continued.

“...and make you cum?" Both finished in unison and waited.

“Yes." Came the rather hushed response from the two breeding partners.

“We didn't..."

“...quite catch that."

The twins jerked their hips back and pulled halfway out quickly, before plunging back in. The two men thought their eyes were going to pop out of their sockets, if they opened them any wider in shock, form the sudden brief thrust.

“I think we accidentally silenced them bro." Lewis quips.

“Yeah, let's give them a few seconds to regain their composure." Trent suggests.

“Oh fuck yes." One of the men responded, after letting his head fall down onto the tree.

“Yes, you want us to make you cum?' Lewis asked with a commanding tone.

There was another pause for a few seconds.

“Yes." Came the response from the same man.

Both twins looked at each other and a wicked grin manifested on their faces.

“Yes what?" They asked in unison and kept eye contact.

“Yes, sir." Came the unified response of both men bent over the tree.

“Just what we..." Lewis started, as they straightened up and slowly drew their cocks out.

“...wanted to hear." Trent finished, as they gripped the asses of the men firmly and nodded.

The cocks plunged in quicker this time and the two men's heads shot back up. The cocks were then pulled out almost all the way and then plunged back in just as quickly. Both men gasped.

“Since you two are so keen..." Lewis started on the third quick plunge.

“...on thinking of us as horses." Trent continued on the fourth quick plunge.

“Perhaps we can oblige you..." Fifth quick plunge.

“...and fuck you like one." Sixth quick plunge.

The response only came in gasps of pleasure from the two men. They raised their bodies up at an angle, to get maximum stimulation on their prostates from the rather horse like cocks plunging into them. The twins adjusted their angle, to insure optimum comfort and pleasure, while putting a hand on a shoulder and using the other to grab a handful of hair. The men's heads were pulled back, as the twins then proceeded to pick up the pace and fuck their breeding partners the same way they seen stallions breed mares many times. They even allowed themselves to mentally get lost in the thought they were stallions and began snorting just like one, while they proceeded to fuck the two men hard enough to make their feet rise up onto the toes. The cocks of the two men were now as hard as they would get and were smacking against their bellies, with wet precum coated skin amplifying the sound.

“Hear that bro?" Lewis asked and referred to the half gasps and half grunts.

“Yup. We got ourselves two happy breeding mares right here." Trent answered.

They then nodded one more time, before breaking eye contact and focusing on their breeding partners. They continued to snort like sexually enthralled stallions and were soon rewarded with the distinct grunting and groaning of a man cumming. Neither one of them touching their cock. Both brothers slammed in all the way hard enough to lift the men completely off their feet. The twins then wrapped their arms around the men and pulled them against their bodies, while twisting their heads sideways and plunging their tongues into their open mouths. The two men reflexively wrapped an arm behind the head and pulled their breeder's face firmly against their own, as the cocks throbbed hard inside them and finally released the big loads the twins were known for giving their sex partners. The twins especially loved it when men smaller than them came looking for a good time and could actually handle their full breeding capacity. After a few seconds passed, the twins broke the kiss and slowly lowered the two men back to their feet. They could feel their cocks begin to soften and all four chuckled softly, as they heard the wet slurp of the cocks leaving the sex partners' asses. All four then picked a spot and enjoyed a communal group pissing moment, as they thoroughly soaked a nearby bush. They began looking around themselves and noticed the morning fog beginning to lift and retreat back up the mountainside. A couple of wet farts and the distinct strong smell of cum was noticed. Snickers were passed around and then interrupted by the sound of a fifth person pissing nearby. In fact that person would have been close enough to have seen everything.

“Enjoy the show?" Lewis asked in the direction of the pissing from beyond a nearby tree.

“One of the better ones I ever beat off to." Came the response and familiar voice of Sam.

The pissing sound stopped and he stepped out from behind the nearby tree. He was completely naked and struck a spread leg stance, with arms crossed over his chest. He simply grinned at the four men and moved his hips, to make his own semi hard cock wave side to side and slap his thighs. Although his cock was rather average in girth, it was an impressive foot long. The two men that had just been fucked licked their lips on reflex. Lewis, Sam and Trent noticed.

“Maybe some day I can show you two cum filled sluts what real deep diving is. But for now, we need to get dressed and ready back at the base camp." Sam signaled Lewis and Trent with a head jerk.

The two shorter men got pats on the shoulder and hugs, before their sex partners departed and followed Sam out of the woods. They stood for a moment longer and then finally traced the same path out themselves, after waiting for the other three men to disappear into the base camp out of sight. Their pile of clothes was still right where they left them, at the beginning of the path they walked. Both got quickly dressed and made their way around the base camp and back towards the nearby anchor, before the morning fog completely lifted and they were noticed missing by their wives.

“Have you two considered maybe playing around with partners more your age and not those who have their cocks owned by a woman?' Sam asked, before entering his tent.

“Younger guys are fun and they certainly cum more often. But the older guys simply last longer and actually enjoy the fucking more. Especially the ones with wives." Lewis replies.

“We know to be discreet and careful." Trent adds, as Sam begins to dress himself.

“Just wanted to run the usual question or two buy you guys. It's my responsibility to look out for such things and soon will be your responsibility as well." Sam reminds them.

Lewis and Trent begin going through their shared pile of clothes and begin dressing themselves.

“Well. We at least haven't been the reason for a wife or two come stomping into this base camp and demanding to know who is draining their husband of his vitality in bed." Lewis observes vaguely.

“Speaking of draining husbands. Either of you seen Clark yet this morning?" Sam asks.

“I don't think he is with a man this time." Trent answers after getting dressed.

Lewis soon finishes dressing and follows them both out of the tent, across the base camp and towards the departure point at the beginning of the nearby mountain trail.

“I believe him and Matt were making last night a special night just for the two of them and spend it with a group of ladies back in the anchor." Lewis added.

Sam stops abruptly and spins around in the middle of the base camp. His expression serious.

“These women are not married women, are they?" He asks flatly.

“Oh no sir." Both twins answer in unison.

“They are a group of fun girls, that are just passing through here." Lewis continues.

“Yeah. We heard Clark telling Mat that was the firm condition." Trent finishes.

“Alright then. You know where to find them?" Sam asks and both nod. “Okay then. Go fetch them and make sure they are not late for the excursion assembly. We have a special guest arriving here this morning and I want us to at least look like we actually have our shit together."

“Sir, yes sir." Both twins reply in unison and quickly depart for the base camp main entrance.

Just as Sam mentally switches to the next item at the forefront of his thoughts, Felix and John appear at the edge of the woods and begin walking towards him, carrying a burlap bag each filled with something. At least they came back fully clothed.

“Felix. John. Mind if I ask what you two have been hunting?" He asks and points at the bags.

“Mushrooms." Came their unified response, after grinning and hoisting a bag up to head height.

“Well then. Don't just stand there. Get those to the chef in the commissary tent, then grab your packs and meet at the excursion departure point." Sam encouraged with a slight smile.

“Sir, yes sir." They replied and briskly walked away with the bags.

Sam then makes his way over to the excursion departure point. His own back pack is waiting there for him and he begins going through it upon arrival, to do one last thorough inventory check. He takes his time and soon realizes how long it has been, when noting that the base camp is now fully bathed in morning light. He then looks in the general direction of the main entrance and spots Jacob arriving with the new guest beside him. He watches the two close the distance to him intently and spots the others filing in behind them along the way. He nods and chuckles with approval, that he didn't have to go retrieve anyone and yank them from whatever preoccupied thing they may have been doing. Hopefully this special excursion proceeds without any Scavenger incidents and everyone gets to return with a solid sense of accomplishment and contribution to recorded history itself.

“I think my questions can wait for now." The new guest replies to Jacob, before stepping aside and squatting down to do his own inventory of stuff in his back pack.

“So, first impression of the new guy?" Jacob asks Sam.

“He has Felix and John's distinct eyes and yet has no other Nomad features. That is curious." Sam replies dryly, while closing his back pack and then standing up, before putting it on. “So, you mentioned last night he is a Scribe and was sent here via direct orders of the Elders at Anchor Kent?"

“Something like that. He wouldn't say much more about it, while I showed him how to properly pack for these excursions, earlier this morning back at the anchor." Jacob adds.

Sam and the Scribe look directly at each other, before he moves his head in a gesture for the man to join them. He then proceeds to walk in his direction, just as the man gets on his feet.

“Hey Jacob. Is everything okay?" Lewis asks him from behind.

“Everything is fine." Jacob replies back over his shoulder. "Sam is just being thorough as usual. We are not due to leave for the patrol outpost yet. Everyone feel free to socialize and get to know the new guy. He will be with us for a few days on this excursion."

Felix and John immediately part form the group and approach the scribe, to join in on the developing conversation.

“We can socialize with him later. We really should check on Clark and Matt." Lewis replies.

“Yeah. In case you had not noticed, they are dragging a bit this morning." Trent adds.

“Just be ready when Sam is ready." Jacob reminds them.

“Will do." Came the unified response from the twins, before they walked over to the men.

“Hey there Clark. Feeling a little better now?" Lewis asks and gets a nod back.

“So what is the deal with the Scribe?" Matt asks Trent.

“Something to do with Anchor Elders wanting to maybe establish more direct relations with the Others. I'm not sure how this came about, but... Well... here we are." Trent replied with a shrug.

“Peachy. Another babysitting and escort gig." Matt replied dryly.

“Maybe we get lucky and have a Scavenger encounter during the mountain ascent." Clark suggests, while sounding like he is finally perking up a bit.

“Hey, there's my old reliable contrarian-pain-in-the-ass-wingman." Matt responds and chuckles.

“Oh I am definitely waking up and ready to fix any mess you create." Clark chides.

Both then just look at each other and burst out laughing. Sam then raises his voice slightly.

“The new mutual alliance of protection, that formed between the Others and the rest of us, changed things for the better and so here we are. How about we let the rest of the family reunion wait until after we are on the trail in the mountain mist."

Everyone in the group chuckles, while grabbing their packs and form a single file line, before departing from the base camp on the trail ahead of the excursion departure point. Sam was at the beginning, with John and Trent behind him. Jacob had the Scribe positioned ahead of Felix, while him and Lewis remained at the back. Clark was then positioned after John and Trent, leaving Matt in the middle right in front of the Scribe. This marching formation was thoroughly discussed the previous day, in the evening, before everyone went their separate ways and did their own thing during the night.

“Well look at me Whitey. I'm the man in the middle, holding it all together." Quips Matt.

“Don't let it go to your head Skin. Nothing there to keep it from escaping." Clark retorts.

“Whitey is just jealous that I look good, because I can tan." Matt whispers over his shoulder.

“Meanwhile, the girls just melt over my perfectly soft white mane on my head." Clark chides.

“I don't know. Some girls like a smooth man."

The twins and Nomad brothers simply roll their eyes and sigh, as they are exposed to more mild strategic arguing between Clark and Matt. Everyone knew where the conversation always ended and was relieved when Sam finally intervened.

“When you two bitter old ladies are done cutting each other down, I like for you to start conserving your air supply for the trail incline up ahead of us." Sam shouts back towards them.

The rest of the hike up the incline was uneventful and well spent as a moment of information exchange between Nomad brother and wavy haired twin, to get fully updated on the earlier conversation back at the base camp. Everyone then noticed the appearance of the wooden support truss structure to their right and knew they were finally approaching the open entrance to the patrol outpost. Just as Sam got right inside the dimly lit doorway, another man's form appeared and greeted him, as the line came to a stop. This was a mandatory checkpoint. You either took the Suppressor dispensed by the Ranger at the doorway or you went no further. No exceptions.

“Oh joy. Suppressor time." Matt mumbles with sarcasm and groan with irritation.

“Suppres-..." The Scribe in front of Lewis begins to say.

“Sex Drive Suppressors to counteract the affects of the mist." Lewis whispers back to him.

“Yup. Suppressors. Can't have the men being distracted by their hormones and dicks while on duty along the patrol trail." Clark replies.

“I still don't see the point with a proper breeder..." Mat almost completes his protest.

“...like you." Clark interrupts and finishes, followed by a few snickers.

“I like my women and only my women. I don't swing and therefore don't see the point."

“You know what?" Clark spins around, steps toward Matt and then looks him right in the eyes. “We have this same worn out little discussion every single time we come up here to do patrols. Everyone here knows you did plenty of swinging when younger. We all did and just because you now choose to focus on just women for your gratification..." Clark pokes his forehead “...doesn't mean your dick chose women with you." Clark then quickly pokes at his crotch, getting a quick backwards scoot reflex from Matt. “Your dick simply reacts to what feels good. That is the pure and simple truth about male sexuality. The only supportive audience of this single-minded-misguided-personal-plight exists out there among the Scavengers." Clark glares and points to his right down the mountainside.

“We still have a choice and I made mine at one point. Don't plan on changing my mind anytime soon either. Just give me the girls and I'm all good." Mat challenges.

“Everyone start playing your violins. I feel a grand speech coming on." Clark announces.

“You take the Suppressor or I throw your ass back down the mountainside to the base camp you came from meat. Don't need you loosing control and then try to hump everything on legs that has a pulse. You make This choice right here and now." Came the response from the man with the drinking bottle at the doorway, who just finished giving John his Suppressor pill.

Clark turned around and paused. Waiting for the answer he knew always came.

“I guess I will take the Suppressor." Matt answers the man reluctantly.

The man at the doorway handed Clark the bottle and stepped right up to Matt.

“ 'I guess I will take the Suppressor' What?" He demanded. Matt straightened up.

“I guess I will take the Suppressor, Sir." Matt repeated loud enough for everyone to hear.

The man offered his hand, to take the bottle back from Clark. Matt slowly extended a hand to receive the pill placed in it. He then tossed the pill into his mouth, while keeping his eyes locked with the man handing him the bottle of water to drink. They never broke eye contact, as the bottle was tipped up and then down. Everyone then resumes making their way through the doorway sequentially and then pairing off with their respective partners again. Lewis and Trent then proceeded to walk towards the middle set of wooden double doors, attached to a large wooden box frame set into the sloping mountainside. They went inside and closed the doors, before setting their backpacks down on one of two benches that ran along the wall of the wood box frame. The soft orange dim glow, coming from beyond the open end opposite of the doors, was quite soothing and pleasing. Although the benches were easily about twelve feet in length, it was rather baffling there would ever be enough men in one of these rooms to properly utilize so much sitting or storage space. The twins finished the express folding of their clothes and set the boots nearby, before walking beyond the box room and into the connecting round organic orange chamber. They picked a random spot on the curved walls, that made it look like the inside of a folded tulip blossom, then pressed a hand into it's yielding soft surface.

“If you ask me, it still looks more like a pumpkin inside." Trent observed.

“Uhm, pumpkins are all sticky and stringy inside bro." Lewis corrected.

“I meant after you carve and scoop all that stuff out of the middle silly."

“Well yeah, then it would look more like this."

“So which one of us gets suspended and serviced first this time?"

“I'm actually needing this pretty bad. So how about me." Lewis offers.

“Okay bro. I'll make sure you get suspended and comfortable then."

“Thanks."

Just then they heard a distinct wet organic splitting sound above their heads and looked up to the green dome. The three intersecting black lines become six opening seams, for the six triangular sections that were now peeling out of the way of the descending dimly glowing vines. Two yellow. Two red. Two green. Trent grips a red and yellow, then guides their flexing length to his brother's cock and ass destinations. During this time, Lewis helps guide the green one to his face and eagerly cranes his head forward to take the internal phallic appendage into his mouth. Gurgling sounds are heard from his brother's gut, by the time Trent managed to guide his own red and yellow vines to their destinations. He could even swear Lewis actually moaned with pleasure, once the process started. Perhaps he really did need relief. He just shrugged and guided the remaining green vine towards his own face and mouth. Smaller vines begin descending and wrapping around the torso, arms and legs of the twins. They flex a little and soon have both Lewis and Trent comfortably suspended in the air. Neither one is sure how long they remained suspended and serviced. They only knew it was long enough to close their eyes for a moment of brief rest and recharging. When they did open their eyes again, the six main vines had begun retracting back to their place in the ceiling above and the gripping vines were lowering them back down onto their feet. Lewis was the first of the two to be completely free of the vines and made his way over to the benches, to grab two of the supplied tan cleaning towels. Trent was completely untangled and ready, when his brother returned to the middle of the chamber, excepting the offered towel with a nod. Both made sure to leave their cocks alone and lubed, for reinsertion into the front pouch of their underwear. The twins then walked back to the benches and began dressing.

“So. Do you think Matt is finally using these chambers?" Lewis asked Trent.

“Good question. Never bothered to ask, out of awareness he might react in a bad way."

“Wasn't men like him supposed to have been a thing of the ancient past?"

“Supposed to have been." Trent answers while pulling up his pants.

“Wonder what damaged him?" Lewis asked while lacing his boots.

“Who said it was anything damaging or even traumatic?"

“Oh come on Trent. All men alive today know how this world properly works and attitudes like Matt's get men in trouble. Sometimes serious trouble and exiled. Because this world exists the way it does, men grow up in a very understanding and open environment. This negates things like sexual insecurity. So that leaves us with the question, 'What damaged the man and caused him to be this way'."

“Good point, but that is something he has to sort out on his own terms."

Both nod in agreement, while grabbing their back packs and walk out the double doors. Upon emergence, both find that everyone else is done as well and just shrug, as they actually spot Clark and Matt walk through some double doors into a chamber. They briefly stare at each other, then walk over to the railing and look out over the forest tree tops below. They pass the time with more casual conversation and then spot the two men re-emerge from the chamber with no sign of incident.

“So. It would seem that Matt did get over whatever insecurity was eating him up?"

“At least since the previous excursion." Trent observes.

“True. Sam made it rather clear about Matt finally getting over himself during that one."

“Maybe. We eventually see about taking care of that... other... insecurity?"

“The chances of that happening are like women getting to live another decade."

“Yeah, but it is a tantalizing thought." Both snicker and elbow each other.

“Okay. Listen up team." Sam announces loud enough for everyone nearby to hear him.

The twins turn around and walk up near him.

“You already know the rather unique nature of this assignment. Everyone gave us all the information they had back at the base camp." Jacob adds and with an approving nod from the Scribe, takes a leather bond journal and holds it up into the air for everyone to see. “Our guest Scribe is in possession of a journal that has a lot of handy Nomad stuff in it, that his Dad knew about the part of the mountains us Rangers are about to go into for the very first time. Take your time going over what is written and pictured, then command it to memory. It very well could keep you from becoming a hapless idiot that decided to touch the wrong kind of plant, just because it looks pretty."

Snickers and chuckles got passed around the excursion group. With an approving nod from the Scribe, Jacob immediately hands the journal directly over to Matt and then walks over to the open end of the patrol outpost with Sam. The Scribe follows close behind, as Matt opens the journal and begins thumbing through the pages. He stops occasionally and his eyes get a little big, then he quickly flips to the next page. Clark is looking over his shoulder and chuckles at the spots where Matt pauses, then becomes increasingly frustrated and sighs with exasperation. Matt eventually stops and thrusts the open book over towards the twins.

“How about you two hold onto this thing and turn the pages for us, while the rest of us just collaborate with you on exactly what it is we are supposed to be seeing on some of these pages. I mean some of that shit looks and reads like some weird fantasy of a bored sheltered boy, who has a overactive imagination and very little contact with people." Matt comments bluntly.

Trent takes the book and flips back to the front and then slowly moves through the pages. Everyone contributes and try to collectively make since out of the more odd entries and descriptions. Sometimes the pictures and diagrams make things more confusing or weird or both. Many comments manage to reach a volume level loud enough for Jacob, Sam and the Scribe to hear.

“Wait, that part of the plant does what again?"

“Just how strong are those tree vines?"

“Looks like that one takes physical hits personally."

“Those leaves is something I am definitely avoiding."

“The Others actually do this with the plant?"

“Nope. That thing is going nowhere near me."

“Anyone favor a long nap?"

“Wonder where so much of that comes from?"

“At least that thing doesn't try to eat you."

“Hmm, it's soft just like your hair."

“No offense, but that seems a bit too personal."

“Good grief that thing is big."

“Wait, how many months?"

“Good thing we packed stimulants."

“Neat. It's like a ancient voice recorder."

“That seems a bit messy to handle."

“I had no idea those colors were possible."

“Excuse me, how high off the ground?"

“This is going to be a long trip up the mountain."

Once everyone got over their initial reaction and talked out the difficult details, Trent closed the journal and handed it back to Matt. He threw his hands up in front of him and shook his head, while slowly backing away. Clark sighs in exasperation and takes the journal himself.

“Your dad certainly knew a lot of... interesting things." Clark comments from behind the Scribe and hands the journal back to him over the shoulder. A smirk was the only response given to Clark.

“Typical." Came Matt's muffled observation.

“Alright. Everyone form up in the manner I call you out and let's get this little nature hike underway. Felix and John, you take point with the Scribe here. Lewis and Trent, you fall in with me next. Clark and Matt, you hang back with Jacob." Sam announces. “We are to proceed slowly and steadily up the mountainside. Those taking point will find the safest path and mark it, by tethering one of these to a tree" He pulls from his back pack a arm length narrow leather band, two fingers wide and with a semi clear ball the size of a walnut attached, then holds it over his head. “Just give them a firm shake and they will begin to glow. The glow lasts for about one hour." The device is put back into the back pack, before Sam slings it around for proper transport. “The point men will go first and maintain a walking distance of twenty paces ahead of my group. Jacob and his group will maintain the same walking distance behind us. Are there any questions?" None were spoken. “ Very good then, let's move out Rangers."

Everyone stays close and walk for a short distance out into the open air of the wide patrol trail. They then see Felix step off the trail and stop, as the Scribe takes out the first beacon and does exactly as Sam instructed. It then just sets there on the tree and begins blinking. Sam holds up a hand and has everyone behind him wait, then nods once the second beacon begins to flicker. The twins stay close behind and follow him along the narrow deer path Felix found. It was barely wide enough for one man to navigate, so progression was slower than normal marching pace, but steady and consistent. Frequent looks back and forward confirmed the other two parts of the excursion team were staying nearby.

“Hey Sam. Is it normal to be just a little nervous about where we are going?" Lewis asks.

“Totally normal. A complete idiot wouldn't be nervous about this excursion." Sam replies.

“Did you really go through the book thoroughly?" Trent asks.

“Now what kind of question is that? Of course I went through that Scribe's journal thoroughly."

“Okay. So does any of those things described in it seem..." Lewis starts to drift off.

Trent looked ahead and noticed what got Lewis's attention. Sam noticed as well. There seemed to be no more beacons being activated and mounted. But they had been walking for quite a while and it is possible that the Scribe ran out. So he should be coming back to them soon to restock his supply with Sam. The mist around the air seemed like it was getting denser as well.

“Okay. You boys stop right here and wait." Sam advised “I will walk ahead and meet the Scribe halfway with more beacons from me. Let the others behind know as well, once they get up here."

Everyone nodded in agreement, as Sam departed towards the flashing beacon ahead. Since

Trent was the one bringing up the rear of the three, he begins looking back for signs of Jacob approaching or at least hear signs of presence from any of the three men. It didn't help that the surrounding mist seemed to be absorbing just about all the sound in the immediate area.

“Hey, you see Jacob yet?" Lewis asks.

“No. Wonder if maybe they stopped for some reason as well." Trent ponders.

“Yeah. Probably to calm Matt down from another grand standing moment."

Both twins snicker and lightly punch each other. A strong draft briefly blows across the deer path and they both sigh with relief, expecting it to thin the mist out and allow them to see the beacon up ahead better. Instead it made the mist a lot thicker. A very strong cinnamon scent was now present and had a sweetness to it's texture. The draft blew again and the scent got even stronger. The pleasantness of the smell encourages Lewis and Trent to breath in a big breath of it. Their heads then begin to feel slightly heavy and they grab onto each other, while also grabbing a nearby tree for support. They begin to feel very dizzy and simply stand there for a while, until they finally feel their heads begin to clear a little. Then they both get hit with an intense wave of arousal.

“Wait a minute Trent. We did take the Suppressor. Yes?" Lewis asks with a little confusion.

“Of course we did. We all saw each other take it and heard the two reluctant lovers bicker."

“Just checking. Because..." Lewis trails off.

The wave of arousal begins to intensify more, just as their ears pick up on the sound of someone walking towards them. Lewis and Trent spot the outline of someone appear ahead of them and call out.

“Sam?" They ask in unison and then shrug at each other, when there is no response.

The figure then swiftly darts off the trail and makes it seem like they are falling downhill.

“Oh shit!" Lewis exclaims and bolts off the trail after him and quickly looses his footing.

“Lewis!" Trent crotches a little and chases after Lewis to help him out.

Lewis manages to grab a tree and stop his descent down the hill, just before catching sight of Trent and thrusts out his hand. Trent catches it and manages to grab onto the tree as well. Both of them then glance down the hill and see the outline of someone nearby and assume it is still Sam. He appears to be on his hands and knees. Hopefully he is okay. Both twins cautiously make their descent down the rest of the hill and use small trees within reach to keep themselves on stable feet. The incline finally levels off where Sam... is. They quickly realize the person is not Sam, the moment he stands up and turns around to face them. Both just stand their in utter shock, as they jointly look upon what their minds tell them has to be an Other. Sure. You hear stories. But usually the details are embellished for entertainment or mean spirited shock factor. This was not the case. Although the mist was quite dense, it was very obvious this Other was completely naked and most likely completely black. He also appeared to be male and a horse. At first it seemed like the hands and feet disappeared into the mist. But then it became clear they simply were white. Come to think of it, he really didn't have feet and his legs were just like the back legs of a horse. There also appeared to be attached wispy hairs at his wrists and just above the hooves. The only other place that had any white was a brilliant broad blaze, that started between his eyes and flowed down to between his nostrils. This stunning anthropomorphic tribute to a Shire stallion simply stood there in silence and watched them with crossed arms.

“Trent." Lewis whispers.

“Yeah?" Trent responds.

“That's. That's an Other."

“He definitely looks like what people talk about."

Unbeknownst to the twins. Their heart rate and breathing had increased a little. As a result they begin sucking in more of the air and started to feel as if they never took the Suppressor. Their cocks began throbbing inside their underwear. The horse man then finally speaks with a deep baritone voice.

“You look like you could use a little help. I'm betting you never seen one of us before."

The twins simply nodded and then shook their heads.

“Well. What do you need help with?" The horse man asks politely.

“Lewis. Do you see..." Trent starts.

“...yeah I see it." Lewis finishes.

The sheer height of the horse man happened to put his crotch at eye level with the twins. Their immediate focus was the subtle movement occurring within what most would assume to be his sheath. Then they saw the head of his cock begin to peak out and slowly bring the rest of his flaccid cock right behind it, until there was no more cock and sheath. Just one long shaft connected above the balls, arching downward and bobbing with his own pulse. They were at a loss for words, when it finished extending all the way out and simply hung there. It began dripping something clear at the end. An old memory popped into their heads, from a time not long ago on their dad's horse farm. They were having a leisure day and awaiting deployment from the Rangers. They had a favorite spot they liked to wonder off to at a very secluded part of the property, for having a little fun with each other and to also watch their dad's prized Belgian stallion do his thing. They knew when to be at this place and knew the stallion came here for it's shaded privacy. There he was. The stallion had just finished pissing and simply stood there with his cock hanging out. It nearly touched the ground in it's fully relaxed state. The idea of being a creature with such a huge cock enthralled them and made their own cocks hard. Lewis and Trent then watched with intense interest, as the stallion began flexing and firming up his shaft. They loved their daily ritual of just standing there in silence, hidden by the shade trees, being mindful to not touch themselves and emulate what he did. They in no way considered themselves to be men sexually attracted to horses. They simply loved to watch this potent display of raw sexuality.

They quietly got themselves naked and waited for the display to begin.

The cock would first twitch in it's extended form.

They would focus on their own and make them do the same.

Then the stallion's cock would start to bob forward a little.

Their shafts did the same.

The stallion's cock would then begin to get firmer and start to bob upwards.

Their cocks would begin to throb a little and do the same.

The stallion cock would then bob further and almost touch the belly.

The twins leaned forward a little, as their cocks repeated the motion.

The stallion's cock would then make that first smack and bob.

The twin's cocks would do the same.

The stallion then bobbed his head and throbbed his cock again.

Smack.

The twins watched and did the same.

Smack. Smack.

The stallion throbbed his cock once more and got two smacks.

Smack. Smack.

“Fuck." Came the joint whispered response of the Twins and then...

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

The next thing the twins knew, their faces were now right in front of the cock and looking up at it smacking the stallion's belly. It didn't matter if this part actually happened or not. It is something that they deep down wanted to happen. They were so engrossed in reliving this memory, to even realize it had already been altered to fit their desire, due to what was actually happening in front of them in the mist. The horse man had moved closer to the naked twins and simply stood there, throbbing his shaft and making it slap his belly. Lewis and Trent wondered what the Belgian stallion's cock would actually taste like and briefly debated the risk. What if the stallion didn't like them touching it.

“Go on. Taste it." A voice encouraged them, as the cock relaxed and pointed it's head at them.

They slowly reached forward and jointly gripped the throbbing shaft and then craned their heads towards the end of it. A little clear substance had begun to bead at the end and drip down onto the ground. The moment their tongues made contact, the memory faded and their vision was replaced with that of the big black horseman. The clear substance tasted so different than a man's precum and had this potent maple smell and taste to it. They wanted more and lost themselves to the desire to take as much of it as the horse man would give them. Lewis and Trent moaned and licked, as they became very hungry for more of the stuff. They also began competing for it, by pushing at each other.

“Easy there boys. We have plenty for both of you." Another baritone voice assures them.

When Trent was pushed away again, his eyes caught sight of a second horse cock. It didn't look quite as dark, but it was just as big and had that same amazing clear stuff dripping from it's head. He immediately stepped sideways and went for the new cock. Content that he now had the black cock all to himself, Lewis proceeded to nurse on it like a hungry colt. Trent did the same, once he realized the cock of this new anthropomorphic version of a Clydesdale was all for him.

“Now there is a beautiful picture. Two men surrendering to the passion buried inside them."

“They certainly showed it earlier, when fucking those men to orgasm." The Shire remarked.

“Yes, That was indeed all the confirmation we needed to know what they should become."

“So what do you say boys? You like the idea of eventually being big powerful studs like us?"

The twins briefly took their mouths off the cocks and answered in unison.

“Yes sir." Then went back to nursing and gulping down the sex juice.

The two horse men got a wicked grin on their faces and then roughly gripped the twins heads, before pushing them off the cocks and yanking the heads back, to make the men look them right in the eyes. The horse men then lowered their heads down and pressed their noses to the men's faces.

“I said. Do you want to be a big powerful equine fucking machine?" The Shire asked.

“Yes sir." Lewis answered

“You want to fuck men until, they swear their ass belongs to your cock?" The Clydesdale asked.

“Yes sir." Trent answered.

“You want to fuck and fill men so much their belly bulges with your load?" Both asked.

“Yes sir." Both twins answered.

The horse men then shifted to a more demanding tone and proceed in unison.

“Do you desire to be nothing less than the beast that makes proud breeders fall to their knees and their asses twitch with the need to be plowed relentlessly by your mighty equine shaft?"

“Yes sir."

“Do you desire to be the beast that fills them with so much of your raw sexual essence, their bellies grow round and the essence itself gushes from their mouths in celebration of your prowess?"

“Yes sir."

“Do you now desire for us to show you these things ourselves and make you into the beasts we know you to be... deep... inside... your... very... soul?"

“Sir, yes sir." The twins answer back with enthralled enthusiasm.

“Then it is time to yield to us and our equine sexual prowess..." The Shire starts.

“...so that we may make you our willing fuck toys today." The Clydesdale finishes.

“Now. Drink." They say in unison, before pulling their heads away and back up.

The moment they let go of the twin's heads, they are treated to a very satisfying milking, as well as sensual two handed massages of their shafts. The only sounds being heard from Lewis and Trent are whimpers, slurps and moans. The two horse men allow this to continue for a couple more minutes and then gently try to ease the enthralled cock milkers off their shafts. The twins refused to be detached and even protest a little, as the stallions are forced to actually pick them up away from their cocks. The horse men find the protesting cute and chuckle.

“Easy there boys. We let you feed for too long, you won't be much good for fucking and filling from the other end." The horse men playfully chides the twins.

The only response given was the twins calming down and nodding, before belching loudly.

“Okay, we are going to set you two back down on your feet and then have you follow us to a special place. If you behave yourselves and leave our cocks alone..." The Shire starts.

“...we will see about letting you two proficient studs having a go at our own asses, after we have made you into stallions yourselves. Deal?" The Clydesdale finishes and smirks with the Shire.

The twins look at each other and then shrug, before nodding enthusiastically. The horse men then set them back down on their feet and had the twins stay beside them, before walking a little further downhill and then turning right onto a new wide path. The well kept form of it struck the twins as being familiar, but that is all the consideration their lust drowned brains gave it. They were simply content to walk beside their equine companions and looked forward to what new pleasures they would soon experience. The horse men were very familiar with the path and remember a time when it was not perpetually shrouded in the mist. A time when Rangers patrolled it and kept watch for Scavengers that made it past the first lower patrol perimeter, as well as the frequent ancient ocean born storms that use to tear through the area beyond the East mountainside. After walking for some time and gently redirecting a wandering hand away form their shafts, the dense mist began to yield and showed them approaching a very large structure. It resembled a horse stable, but built on a bigger scale and into the slope of the mountainside on the right. The horse men stop and pause for a bit.

“Is this where you are taking us to become like you?" Lewis asks the Shire.

“It is indeed where the new ones are born." He answers back.

“I hear something inside there." Trent comments and points at the barn.

“What do you hear?" The Clydesdale asks.

“More. I hear someone saying this."

Both horse men look down at their human charges and lower to their haunches, before turning the men to look them right in the eye.

“That is the word spoken by those embracing their fate." The Shire says to Lewis.

“Embracing their new purpose in life." The Clydesdale says to Trent.

“Surrendering their bodies to the influence of our essence." Both say to the twins.

The horse men then take a single finger and cradle the chin of the men, before craning their heads forward and press lips together, while pushing their tongues into the willing mouths of the twins. Both Lewis and Trent close their eyes and raise hands to tenderly stroke the muzzles of their equine partners, while moaning in delight through the extended kiss itself. The horse men then break the kiss and scoop their human partners up into their arms, before rising back up and resume their path towards the huge barn. The twins are content to simply rest their heads against the chests of the horse men and glance sideways towards their new destination. The word More is heard ahead of them again, along with the sound of a deep powerful whinny. The lust fogged minds of the twins signals their cocks to react and throb. This elicits a chuckle from the horse men and a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Well look who finally returns from another recruitment excursion."

Both twins turn their heads and squint, to see who that voice came from and at first could only see a subtle form obscuring part of the barn in the distance. It was as if this person blended in with the mist itself. As the horsemen carried them closer, the vague form clarified into that of another horse man. This one was built the same way and it was also obvious to see why this one was so hard to see at a distance. He was completely white, save for the fully extended flaccid light gray cock and light gray at the end of his muzzle. The cock swung freely in front of some rather sizable gray balls. The twins were pleasantly stunned to see such an impressive anthropomorphic version of a Percheron on display in front of them. They licked their lips in anticipation of what else awaited them inside the barn.

“Looks like this one paid off." The Percheron commented while looking the twins over.

“They will make a fine addition to our herd." The Shire assures.

“Yeah. You should have seen the way these two studs fuck." The Clydesdale comments.

“Oh? Do tell." The Percheron suggests and steps aside, gesturing towards the barn.

All three horse men walk closer towards the barn. The dense mist begins to clear away more and reveals there are no big sliding or swinging entry doors. The end facing them is completely open in classic horse stable fashion. The barn itself seems to be intentionally colored white, to blend in with the surrounding mist. A strong maple scent rolls out from an interior that initially appears to be dark inside.

“They made the men they were fucking cum." The Shire adds.

“Any proficient breeding man can do that." The Percheron chides and chuckles.

“Three times?" The Clydesdale adds in a polite challenging tone.

The Percheron stops abruptly, causing the other two to stop. He then walks in front of the them and eyes the new human guests very closely. So close his nose grazes their arms, nostrils flaring and releasing big puffs of hot breath. He then steps back and snorts with pleasant surprise.

“Well now. They certainly smell a little different than the others. Considering what you just said is true, it fits with what my nose just told me about them. I can only imagine the sort of impressive horse men they will become, after we are done with them inside the breeding stable."

At those words, the twins spotted that gray cock get firm and rise up halfway, before relaxing and dropping back down. They licked their lips again in anticipation.

“Alright then. Let's get these new fuck toys introduced to their new home and properly settled into their stalls." The Percheron turns and waves his hand in the air to follow him inside.

“Brace yourselves." The Clydesdale warns the twins and chuckles.

“Your minds are about to be blown." The Shire assures.

As the Clydesdale and Shire clear the doorway of the barn, the interior becomes much more visible, in addition to displaying an interior that drastically contrasts with the style and geometry of what little could have been seen outside by the twins.

The horse men lowered the twins back down and then proceeded to give them a brief description of the barn interior, pointing out all the valid details. Lewis and Trent knew how a place like this should be laid out and found it to be a bit familiar with it's basic interior layout. The general areas were simply repurposed for other things. At the one end, which happens to be where they came in, one would normally place the office and feed supply room and have them flank the entry opposite from each other. This barn or huge stable had the office changed to what could best be described as a monitoring station overgrown with vines. There were multiple viewing panels floating all around above a desk area, but there was no sign of actual support frames and simply the presence of vines connecting them. The desk area was just as confusing in design and looked like it was made up of five giant trapezoidal view panels, connected to occupy an invisible hexagonal work area. The missing panel section was right where the twins were standing and staring in utter amazement at the bold organic aesthetic utilized for the repurposed office area. It was certainly big enough for two horse men to fit into comfortably, with a single sitting stool right in the middle for them both. It appeared to be just as organic as everything else. A single overhead globe, the size of a basketball, provided sufficient mild white illumination.

“How..." Lewis started.

“All in good time." The Shire gently interrupted with a whisper in the ear.

The horse men then directed the twins attention to the opposite space and the hexagonal storage tank that occupied it. Although not quite as strange looking, it still retained the same organic aesthetic and had thick vines for the connecting corners and support seems. The water glowed with a faint blue color, provided by the hundreds of tiny squid like things swimming and bobbing around inside of it. The ones that swam close to the hard transparent walls, demonstrated that they only had a squid aesthetic. Aside from the main body and tentacles, there were no eyes or suckers. There likely was no mouth either. Their purpose was a complete mystery to the twins.

“Weird." The twins responded. The horse men just chuckled.

With a polite nudge on the shoulder, the twins were directed onward to the remaining stall area. They took a few steps forward and then froze. It was one thing to know that the barn looked huge enough to hold a couple big ancient harvesting machines from the outside. It was quite another to realize that from the inside, it stretched an excessively long distance. The Percheron had to be standing sixty feet away from them, with his arms crossed and smirking at them, while throbbing and smacking his own cock against his belly. The opposite open end of this barn or stable was only visible from between his legs, as a small white square. Lewis and Trent looked to their left and right, finding matching stalls that were at the expected size and could allow a normal horse to comfortably lay down within them. Once again, this was the only thing familiar about the stalls. Just like the “office" and “storage" areas, they conformed to the general hexagonal shape. The usual entry gate was completely missing and the outside wall angled out into the wide main walkway, which in of itself was wide enough to accommodate an ancient harvesting machine. Both the angled outside wall and partition wall were at the expected shoulder height, but were clearly made of anything but wood. Their organic aesthetic made it look like they were extracted from a bottle of old glue as a single blob and then pulled apart and stretched across a square frame to harden. Their semitransparent white color simply added more to the glue aesthetic. The connected vertical posts or columns seemed to be made of the same organic material, but had a different stretched-beyond-limits aesthetic. It was like someone took a blob and stuck it to the roof above, then pulled it down to the floor below. These things also glowed with a soft white ambient light, that provided illumination for the rest of the barn. The green ceiling had the expected exposed rafter structure and look, while also maintaining the organic aesthetic. There also appeared to be bright green nets hanging down from it and hovering at about shoulder height in each stall. Their four corners were secured by thick tether lines hanging down from the ceiling itself.

“Go on, have a look inside. This stable will be your new home for a little while. It is only fitting you get more familiar with the stalls. " The Percheron encouraged, while remaining in his spot.

Lewis and Trent looked at each other, then shrugged and walked into the one on the right.

The first thing they noticed was the orange large watermelon size thing sitting right in the middle of the stall, surrounded by six large oval leaves. It looked like one of those closed tulip blossom things described in the Scribe's journal. The worded description did no justice for how vibrant and beautiful it's orange color looked in person. True to another description in the journal, it appeared to be “breathing" in some way. When the twins feet made contact with the interior of the stall, they noticed a second pleasant feature. Unlike the firm smooth wooden aesthetic of the main floor, there appeared to be some sort of really dense moss on the stall floors. It was quite soft and fuzzy to the touch.

“It's okay to touch the blossom. Just don't step on the leaves." The Shire advised.

“It only reacts to the presence of liquids." The Clydesdale added.

The twins were mildly entertained at seeing such an exotic and cool thing, that looked way better than the sketches in the Scribe's journal. Being mindful of the large narrow six leaves around it, both walked up and around the large tulip before squatting down to stroke it's soft velvet exterior.

“It's like stroking the hide of a horse." Lewis comments to his brother quietly.

“But without the oil to make it that way." Trent observes, while rubbing his fingers together.

“I wonder how that is even possible."

“You got me bro."

“Hey, remember how the journal was rather vague about how these things live?"

“Vague and odd."

“Well look where it is setting in the stall and the purpose of this place." Trent commented and pointed at the net hovering above it. It was rather obvious that the person was kept suspended in the net over the closed tulip. Both gave each other a slight nudge and snickered, as if sharing a private joke.

Trent then got a tap on his shoulder and looked up to the Clydesdale, to see him give the man a head nudge to follow him. Lewis then got a tap on his shoulder and he looked towards his twin, who was silently indicating he was going with the horse man to the opposite stall. He just nodded back at his brother and gave him a pat on the shoulder. Once Trent had departed from his side, The Shire squatted down in his place and then gently moved Lewis's hand to his hard cock, before whispering into his ear.

“Want to finally see how this plant works?"

The man first looked to see the flaring cock head hovering right over the tulip blossom and then right into the eyes of the Shire. The horse man needed no words or motions to tell him the answer. The expression of child like eagerness manifesting on Lewis's face was all the confirmation he needed.

“Then give it a squeeze and let my voice guide you."

Lewis gave the shaft a squeeze, then watched as a small glob of clear sex juice bubbled up at the end of the flared cock head and then dropped down onto the tulip blossom below it.

“Now just watch and let my hands guide your body."

The breathing motion of the tulip blossom began to increase quickly.

The stallion moved behind him and gently grasped his shoulders.

“Get up and step back a little. Give it a little space." Came the soft guiding voice.

The leaves then flexed and lifted off the floor.

The blossom flexed and expanded in size.

The Shire's hands moved down to his sides and lifted him up onto the net.

“Spread yourself out face down and let your cock hang down through it."

Lewis did as was instructed, while the net flexed and conformed to his body's contours. It seemed to keep him effortlessly suspended over the growing flower, as the blossom expanded more and began to unfold, emitting a rather musical moaning noise. Something about the specific tone and frequency triggered the primal part of his mind, causing his hard cock to begin throbbing and dripping. The unfolding petals flattened out and their exposed inner surface began displaying synchronized color changing patterns, that was mesmerizing to Lewis's eyes and relaxing his mind further.

“Don't be afraid and breath deeply." The guiding voice advised him.

A massive cloud of white dust then burst into the air around him. He briefly went rigid.

“Easy there. Don't fight it. Just ride it out." The Shire assured with rubs on the back.

The moment Lewis relaxed, his mind began falling into that familiar warm embrace of lust from earlier. The smaller inner petals unfurled, revealing a flexing red orifice that looked astonishingly similar to a person's ass hole and made very arousing wet organic sounds. There was a ring of small holes that completely circled it and was likely the source of the arousal inducing white dust. His mind began loosing structured thinking and soon it would be buried deep in the abyss of of pure need. He had this hunger begin to grow inside him rapidly, but he didn't want food. He simply felt the need for his belly to be filled as much as physically possible. Lewis barely noticed the physical presence of the Shire securing his wrists and ankles to the net. Not even the presence of the growing flower, as its expanded petals brushed across his belly and thighs through the net. The flower emitted another cloud, making the existing dust cloud expand more and fill the entire stall. The Shire inhaled deeply and welcomed the thoughts entering his lust fogged mind, knowing exactly the hunger his chosen fuck toy was experiencing and one he experienced his first day in the stables. The flower had now completely closed the gap between the net and the floor, firmly pressing itself up against Lewis and hungrily taking his cock into the red orifice. The combination of everything triggered the man's orgasm and elicited a loud moan from his mouth. He thrashed a little in the net, causing the flower to extend and grip it with it's six large oval leaves. The Shire firmly planted his hands on Trent's ass and plunged the end of his muzzle between the ass cheeks, then firmly ran his tongue over the twitching anal entrance. He got a quick pleasant surprise, when feeling how easily his tongue could force the anal ring open and slip a little inside during each stroke. The man then bobbed his head up and down quickly in response to the horse man pressing through and tagging his pulsing prostate with that wonderful tongue. The Shire raised his head back up and smacked his lips with satisfaction and approval of this little discovery.

“I'm going to enjoy breaking this tasty breeding ass in and making it mine boy." He taunted.

The only response Lewis could give was whimpers.

“What was that fuck toy?" The Shire demanded, then began smacking his cock against a cheek.

“Please." Came the very quiet request.

“Hmm?"

“Please. Please fuck me." Came the more audible request.

“Are sure sure?"

“Fuck me already." The voice was louder and more demanding.

Lewis then raised his ass up and to the side, making the equine shaft slip over in between his ass cheeks. The horse man just stood there and watched as the needy human fuck toy began making small thrusts, moving his ass up and down the bottom of the horse cock.

“My my my. You really do want this equine meat inside you." The Shire then bends over and grips two of the tether lines, to make his upper body hover over the man and his mouth near Lewis's ear. “In fact, judging from how easily your hole opened up for my big tongue, I'm betting my horse cock is not the first one to go inside of you. Let's find out."

The Shire flexed his thigh muscles and pulled back a little, Then adjusted his angle and began to very slowly push forward. The man's ass cheeks parted and his anal entrance reluctantly began opening to receive the equine shaft through it. The horse man was patient and got the response he was expecting. Not once did he have to pull back and then press forward again. He simply pushed forward a little and pause, to read the body language of his new fuck toy. Each push delivered one and only one response. A soft moan of pleasure, as Lewis simply laid there and allowed himself to be penetrated. After successfully sinking into the man up to his medial ring, he paused for an extended time.

“Well look at that. You took my own horse meat halfway inside you like a champ. Either you have one very interesting collection of sex toys or you have indeed had a horse inside you before. I'm also hearing no signs of distress from the breeding stall behind me. Only the pleasured moans of another man who obviously had nice thick horse meat in him as well. You ready to be bred?"

“Yes." Came Lewis's hushed response.

“Hmm. I didn't quite hear that fuck toy." The Shire teased and proceeded to pull almost completely out, before stopping and leaving his cock head resting against the man's prostate. Then he began to do quick short prostate stroking thrusts, punctuating each word of his next line.

“I..." Thrust “...didn't..." Thrust “....hear..." Thrust “...you..." Thrust “...fuck..." Thrust “...toy."

The Shire Then slowed the thrusts down.

“Are you..." Thrust “...ready..." Thrust “...to be..." Thrust “...bred?"

He stopped and reveled in the sensation of the anal cavity convulsing strongly around his cock, as another orgasm racked the man's body. The long drawn out moan being music to his equine ears.

“I will take that as a Yes." The Shire commented, before pulling himself back up.

He then firmly planted his hands on Lewis's ass cheeks one more time and began to very slowly sink inside the man again. It was also decided at this point for him to begin releasing his sex syrup into the guts of the fuck toy along the way.

“Now let's see just how much of that stallion's cock your hungry ass swallowed."

The Shire didn't stop at the medial ring and pressed onward at the same very slow pace. After all, what good is a fuck toy if you ruin their ability to properly take a breeding cock. He simply stood there and let a broad smile of approval manifest, as he saw the base of his own equine shaft begin to creep close to the man's ass cheeks. Lewis himself was happily drifting near the bottom of the lust abyss in his mind. The sheer sensation of being so completely and yet lovingly penetrated felt so good. It was something Trent and him allowed themselves to experience with the one male in their lives that could give that to them. Now here they were among many males that could give that to them again. The horse man shifted his hands to give back rubs of encouragement to Lewis, as three quarters of his cock had now disappeared inside that wonderful hungry anal cavity. Seeing that the man showed no signs of distress and the expanded anal ring showed no damage done to it, he allowed the rest of his shaft to sink inside of him. Words failed to describe how amazing the man felt, when the cock finally stopped moving inside of him and those huge equine balls came to rest against his own. He then felt a growing warmth begin to spread throughout his guts, as the presence of the Shire's sex juice began flowing into him. Distinct gurgling sounds could now be heard coming from the man's belly, as it began to slowly expand within the supporting cradle of the flower's petals. This was an experience new to him and had he any structured thoughts left in his head, there would be a little concern about where all that stuff would go inside him. It was one thing to be filled by the farm stallion, but this was something on a whole new level. It just kept flowing into him and somehow found a place inside to go. He then finally began to feel it and realize how this was even happening. His belly was getting bigger and he could actually feel it inflate with the presence of the stuff. Lewis was grateful he had both the net and the flower to hold it. Then he felt another orgasm approaching and was not sure if he had anything left in him to give. Regardless, the thought of shooting more stuff out of his cock again became his only thought. Then it happened... and yet was different. Everything was the same and the sensation of great relief was there, but yet it was somehow kept suspended and was extended. He felt himself come again, but it didn't come out in pulses. This time it came out in a steady stream, like he was pissing. His mind shattered with the intense bliss of feeling himself cum ...and not stop.

“Yes. There it is at last. Let it flow into you and out of you. Let it carry everything of me into your hungry body and carry everything you no longer need out of your cock. Just be in the moment and let it happen." The Shire encouraged with more back rubs. They felt so good.

“More." You catch yourself saying.

“Oh. What was that fuck toy?"

“More." You hear yourself say again."

“Then more is what I shall give by eager hungry fuck toy."

Lewis felt the massaging hands leave his back and the cock inside of him move again. At first the thrust were very small, but then they gradually got bigger. Each thrust inside plunged all the way.

“How are you holding up so far? Ready to go further yet?"

At this point Lewis was no longer in much control of anything. He only wanted more of that amazing feeling stuff inside him and simply allowed his body to react in any way possible to communicate that need to the equine breeding machine fucking and filling him.

“More!" Came the louder more demanding voice form his mouth.

“Sounds good to me fuck toy." The Shire responded with glee.

The horse man proceeded to assume a proper fucking pace and kept releasing more of his sex syrup into the human's guts, while delighting in the familiar mating smells escaping into the air. He snorted with proud male equine dominance, as his nostrils flared and his ears pivoted. His breeding enthralled mind was taking in all the olfactory and audio cues, that told him he was doing the job right.

The scent of a man ass being thoroughly fucked.

The potent maple signature of his own sex syrup coating his thrusting cock.

The sound of it squelching with each thrust.

The persistent moans of the man triggered by the breeding.

The subtle gurgling cumming from the expanding belly.

Lewis then began to burp. The Shire noticed and a wicked grin manifested.

“Shall we finish this my fuck toy?" He asked with a slight menacing tone to his voice.

The only response he got has more belching and a head bob. He chuckled deeply and slammed his cock in all the way to the balls one more time and stopped, before letting loose one very powerful whinny. He then released a big surge of his sex syrup and lost himself to completely filling his human sex partner to overflowing. The man that was once Lewis was now gone and all that remained suspended in that net was a living sex syrup receptacle for the Shire. The syrup surged throughout the rest of the man's guts and eventually found it's way into his stomach. At first there was much gurgling protest. But that soon stopped, as the stomach filled up and the syrup began making it's way up the throat. His body had also began the process of absorbing some of it and was becoming thoroughly saturated with sex hormones, effectively keeping him compliant with the breeding process. All that could be heard within the stalls now, was the deep heavy breathing of the horse men, along with the cock milking of the flowers and some occasional gurgling sounds. Both men had completely lost their ability to vocalize, leaving only a steady flow of sex syrup to come from their slack mouths. The Percheron broke the silence with soft praise in the ear of both horse men.

“Well done boys. Well done." He praised with pats on the shoulders.

E P I L O G U E

Lewis and Trent were not sure how long they had been in and around the stable, but they knew it had been for many days or possibly weeks. They honestly did not care to keep track and thoroughly enjoyed every moment they spent with their horse man mentors. Although they had some desire to meet their friends and father again, they somehow felt the time spent here was more important. They were even assured that they could see them again. True to the words of the Clydesdale and Shire during that initial encounter, they were indeed slowly becoming just like the other horse men of the herd. Their crotches changed first and then grew with their own overall body size, as that began to increase itself. Their legs were the next thing to change and it took them a little practice to get properly adjusted to walking with digitigrade legs and hoofs. During all of this, they noticed their own heads slowly change in water reflections. The beginning of every single day was spent in the breeding stalls, to give their system a fresh thorough flushing and infusion of sex syrup to change them further. Then the day finally came, when they were finally the horse men their mentors promised them they would become. This was also the day they demonstrated to their mentors how proficient they could be as breeding stallions, by fucking them and making their bellies rounded with the syrup that made them. With this final act, they were officially part of the herd. Both twins were now Belgian stallions themselves.